Tired shoulders
fold in,
the week begins its repose.
I lean forward,
elbow to knee, and
backwards into
ancient spaces.
Temples,
doors, walls,
moss-covered stone, spaces
for midday recess.
Knees up, knees down,
the day drags on –
there isn’t much
left to do.
Moist and weary,
the air wraps around me,
its sultry gaze whispers
the day’s final verse.
The rain is coming.
* I borrowed Pablo Neruda’s title and wrote my own poem 🙂
Captivating images Jenna! Thank you for sharing and I always appreciate the correlating poetry. Whether yours or from the soul of another…
I wrote it! Thanks, Mum.
loved it 🙂
We would love to post your poem and a few of the pictures at toemail if you do not mind? Were they all taken at the same place in Nepal? http://toemail.wordpress.com
Sure you can. As long as the pictures you use are annotated 🙂
no problem, and Thanks! We will let you know when they are posted. 🙂
They are posted now. Thanks so much, we really appreciate it! 🙂
🙂