i don't feel like home anymore;
can it be the colour of your eyes?


i dreamt of egypt



they encourage eachother
on the marketplace beneath
thousand legs and
dirty feet --

i watched them as they drifted

AN ECHOE IN MY HEAD

and spotlights on the tip
of their noses

minds are spelled with hieroglyfs
fingers are salty
hair is stiff

dusty shoes sun; burning their lashes -
and






a camel

and yellow women yellow walls yellow wagons yellow...
and they fall
into distortion their faces blurred by the sand





Poetry by summerbreeze
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Written on 2006-10-04 at 21:06

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Sabrina
Beautiful! Egypt becomes alive...

Väldigt vacker! :)

Många kramar,
Sabrina
2006-10-11


Saga
A beautiful dream indeed!!!
2006-10-08


Kathy Lockhart
yellow the color of eqypt i imagine. Golden sand, pyramids, camels...This is a source of lasting images. Nice to meet you. : ) kathy
2006-10-04


keith nunes
this is a superb poem. brings to mind vivid images and you've written it in such a subtle way. well done!
2006-10-04