Posts tagged ‘ancient’

September 5, 2021

And the question drops…

by Sandeep
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An empty seat awaits your presence and when you occupy it, I will be rowing you silently through an ancient route. You sit there on the other end of the boat and look around. As you will find me absorbed in rowing you choose not to ask me that one question and you keep it for later. Then when you gaze the grasslands and the infinite sky a shimmering golden breeze kisses your face and you feel strange. For you know this breeze and this recollection will make you feel like you know every pixel of what you see and you know every grain of your feeling.  Like you know everything about everything here for ages. Like something is speaking to you and waiting for you to break your silence. Yet, your silence is your only language, your only means to express. You look at me and I raise my head. In the moment, something in us knows that a word will be too much. Your question drops. And, a wordless journey on an ancient route goes on..

December 23, 2016

Illium: poem

by The Cheesesellers Wife

Illium

Upon the ancient plain the army sits in perpetual siege
Waiting for Achilles to unsulk
To leave his tent and re-enter the fray
What goes through their minds?

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August 31, 2016

Orchid

by Anita Lubesh

Poetry_Gathering_at_the_Orchid_Pavilion_(Hobara_Museum_of_History_and_Culture)

I was inspired by The Orchid Pavilion gathering of 353 CE which was a cultural and poetic event during the Six dynasties era, in China. The gentlemen (42 literati) had engaged in a drinking contest: rice-wine cups were floated down a small winding creek as the men sat along its banks; whenever a cup stopped, the man closest to the cup was required to empty it and write a poem. This was known as “floating goblets”.  In the end, twenty-six of the participants composed thirty-seven poems.

Wife, as my life fades with the closing
sun, weeds now overtake linen paths driven
into the wilderness,

I have no strength to fight them,
and soon you must walk this way alone
though my heart is warm still –

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November 20, 2012

Curse Curiosity

by Kerrie Ann Salsac

Posted by Kerrie

There it was; the ancient tomb,

where trespassers meet their doom,

should they walk into the gloom,

evil waiting to consume.

 

An ancient and evil curse,

carved in stone, in Latin verse.

Acts displeasing and perverse

designed to scare and unnerve.

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