Fine sand
enclosed in a glass
in a sandy desert
in one hour dream
till the turnover
no more no less
a sandglass dreams
a sweet dream due
to its shapes
it dances in an oasis
...belly dance...
Beautiful imagery in such a small package of words. I could see your dancer enclosed in the sandglass.. very pretty. Almost like a genie. HG: -) xx
Hissing sounds from the desert where Onelia leads us with her inspiration. I remember 'The Tea in the Desert' by Peter Bowles, nevertheless better the book than the movie.
You make me travel with few words. Excelent work! ! ! Thank you very much :)
How beautifully u creats imagination into beautiful words.. Lovely write!
Lovely blending of imagery which shivers between the two dimensions of seeing....like a tuning fork resonating as it holds and sustains the note. love Dónall Dónall
Beautiful imagery. Belly dancers of the deserts of Rajasthan are well known all over the world. CP
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ONe! ! ! ! So Bellievabelly true! ! ! aroha, ...... xx