The Calendar Of Kalasasaya


Built before the Flood



a word
of temple fragments
is carved
in your eyes

as I travel through
your thin layer of limestone
I sculpture
a calendar
of feathered scars

trapped in knowledge
unbearable for any heart
a blue flower grows

I gently circle around it
with trembling fingertips
as the sun rises
exactly
over your monumental portal
revealing the chronoglyphs
allowing me
never to speak again




Poetry by Lourdes
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Written on 2006-07-10 at 21:11

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Teala
Simply amazing..the way you can weave words to paint a picture right before my eyes....wow!!
2006-07-11


English War Veteran aged 98
Hmmm. Are you referring to a grave stone?

I hope not as it won't e long until I will be in your next poem!

What about the Zoo and the Safari?
2006-07-10


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
hi there lourdes this poem demonstrates that you have the ability to write on any subject
rgds mike
2006-07-10