Pulling against the grains, no matter which way they go
For one reason or another, always the sand seems to blow
With postures of hunchbacks, price of constantly stooping low
Hard work moving mountains, and these guys left us quite a show
Pushing on with steely grit, forced back with inert flow
Staring directly into the sun, eyes blinded by a searing glow
One step forward one step sideways, quite staggering, I know
A labour of love and hate, built pyramids, thousands of years ago
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
hunchbacks, allegory, history, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
Land lying in solitude
air always in rage
water becoming diamonds
where the color of orange prevails
Everywhere lies the portrait of sand
done by hands of nature
sometimes dancing together in hands
with the fiery tune of air
Deep beneath are homes
holding ownership by countless lives
plants with swords, here and there
yet becoming preys to those hunchbacks
As the sun drowns along with orange
darkness arrives, ceasing anger in air
all sighing in relief and eyes in daze
only then, the beauty came alive.
Categories:
hunchbacks, nature, places, visionary,
Form: I do not know?