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17. Petra
Petra
The rose-stone buildings stand
with their backs to the mountains
shot by Bedouins
ransacked by tomb-robbers
photographed by tourists
shaken by earthquakes
eroded by flooding
disappearing as imperceptibly
but as certainly
as the dimming of our sun.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2014
It was nice yesterday to have a break from writing about the Wonders of the World, and instead write about the wonder of my world. The insatiable urge of humankind to build, build, build (and in the process destroy, destroy, destroy) was wearing me out. At the same time, the enormity of our planet makes our little human scrapes and scratches, ditches and dams and monuments seem tiny and temporary. I am sorry that the amazing city of Petra will not last forever, but at the same time I am heartened that the desert will reclaim its mountains.
Carol's poem from yesterday, "On Building the Panama Canal" is a powerful metaphor.
Kevin's poem today is "Rose City," which you can see in final draft and in process at Kevin's Meandering Mind.
Carol's poem from yesterday, "On Building the Panama Canal" is a powerful metaphor.
Kevin's poem today is "Rose City," which you can see in final draft and in process at Kevin's Meandering Mind.
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