parched wind, salt‑tongued
from the far edge of the bay,
licks the last drift of
mauve jacarandas.
in the tin‑roof blush,
heat simmers like held breath,
I hear the slow heartbeat of soil—
patient, cracked, still keeping
the memory of rain..
I walk the market’s narrow spine,
hands grazing mango skins,
the laughter of vendors lifting
like myna birds into a sky
just beginning to remember itself blue.
and when night comes,
the stars lean low
enough to touch my forehead—
reminding me this place
is both root and horizon,
a country that holds me
as much in absence as in light.
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Funny how certain places hold the heart and glue the feet to the earth. A lovely write with so many great images of a land that one calls home. Nicely done Cryptic
That’s a strange wonder that always gets me no matter how many times I return to it! Thanks so much Soren 🕊️🙏🏻
You are most welcome
Beautifully written, arqios. Excellent illustration. The rendering of the stars and the jacaranda trees is outstanding.
Thanks Jerry, your much valued feedback is greatly appreciated 🕊🙏🏻
Excellent work.
Thanks Thomas👍
My friend, this is luminous and I love it. The parched wind, cracked soil, mango market...all breathing with life. And that moment when the stars lean low enough to touch your forehead...it's like I felt that as I was reading it. Beautifully crafted, rooted and radiant. And I love the images you pair with your poems too! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I’m so glad those textures and moments came alive, especially the stars leaning close. It means a lot to know the imagery carried that sense of breath and presence, and that the visuals resonated alongside the words. You’ve made the piece feel seen in the way I hoped it might be felt. Many many thanks mate🕊️🙏🏻
Rock on! And you’ve made my night in knowing that. You are most welcome! 🙏 🤘😎
The call of our sometimes richly beautiful sometimes scary land. Time we escaped the metropolis and had a holiday!
Enjoyed this write very much, Rik.
I now see the logic and allure of olden day seasonal residences. It does make sense... oh but the cost of running costs, etc! Thanks mate🕊️🙏🏻
Felt like a was walking in OZ for a minute.
Very descriptive. Enjoyed the visit.
Edible yellow brick road, that’s probably gonna be a next take on Oz!
Wonderful words Rik, we must accept and love every moment of each day.
Andy
Indeed we must; thanks so much Andy 🕊️🙏🏻
wow, this is stupendous..you have brought life to this bare parched land with your poem - and your love for the place and life you live shines bright
Thanks safina, kind of you to say so; most appreciated 🕊️🙏🏻
glad to know - have a good weekend
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