Boboli Gardens…1901-2k17 Poem by saadat tahir

Fresh fragrance floods Boboli gardens
So the sculptor's plaster when it hardens

Orchestras ring with the cadence of bells
Easter eggs glow in their adorned shells

Exotic dyes flow from cochineal bugs
Trace carmines on ochre Mexican rugs

Intricate carved ivory, inset creature bone
Primal paintings adorn caves set in stone

Alhambra palace; elaborate art on its walls
Gilded grandeur of ancient papyri, scrolls

Mammoth Moai busts face the pacific spray
Hushed, they echo what the Nazca lines say

Chopsticks adorn tables in a hundred shapes
Cotton fiber spun to a million types of drapes

Bamboo craftsmen and their matchless skills
In wineries, mopping brows, near ageless stills

Dainty dancing feet, play gentle reeds
Find their milky way, others in painted beads

The potter endless spins his wobbly wheel.
Spewing mother earth for us to touch, feel.

Mankind has labored for all manner of art.
Spun gentle words to slake a pained heart.

King, queen, vassal, a hermit or a saint.
Hold within words or a rainbow quaint.


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19th Jan-2k17