It starts softly
Padding the mountain tops in a realm
Completely different from our own
Eyes do not register the minuscule individuals
But each crystallized droplet
Stacks up like sandstone
The pyramids of Giza are built and destroyed
Under silent footsteps
The dust of the pyramids seems to melt
Forgotten by time and left behind
Flowing into the Nile
Mixing and swirling
A monstrous moisture
Made from the dust of the past
Dust turns to silt
Silt compresses to stone
Filtered off onto the banks of the Nile
Flowing on past the sands of history
Through the delta cove
Out of the mouth
Into the open sea
Pooling, swirling, mixing, and twirling
Round and again
Until
Its time is over
Going up into the sky
Meeting whom it met before
Falling back the earth
Cooling down till
History repeats The Flow
I really enjoy the extended metaphor used in your poem. I think you tied in the snow flow with the pyramids really well. My favorite line in your poem is "The dust of the pyramids seems to melt. Forgotten by time and left behind. Flowing into the Nile". I also like your picture as it fits your poem almost exactly.
ReplyDeleteYour reference to the water cycle is interesting, and I agree with Max in that your picture fits your poem perfectly.
ReplyDeleteI like how you go through the entire process of the "flow" in detail. Your last line is my favorite one "History Repeats The Flow". Your use of enjambment throughout the poem also helps convey its meaning.
ReplyDeleteI like how your poem smoothly progresses from one line to the next. By including a picture, I think you help illustrate your ideas even more to the reader.
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