I
On the canvas of the sky
Tow figures had been executed:
A rugged boat coming to a halt,
By several dunes of salt
(A verse looming
In the folds of haste
And the sameness of waste).
II
Like the seeds of pine
Tearing a tree line,
Dried, black grains of rain
Riddled our “Peugeot"
Sailing like a flow
Of camels - on the asphalt.
III
In “Peugeots" and grace an expert,
Not in camels & the desert
Where the night no dune can avert,
For it falls at once like a curtain.
© LazharBouazzi, Carthage, TUNISIA, July 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 7:59 AM UTC
I
On the canvas of the sky
Tow figures had been executed:
A rugged boat coming to a halt,
By several dunes of salt
(A verse looming
In the folds of haste
And the sameness of waste).
II
Like the seeds of pine
Tearing a tree line,
Dried, black grains of rain
Riddled our “Peugeot"
Sailing like a flow
Of camels - on the asphalt.
III
In “Peugeots" and grace an expert,
Not in camels & the desert
Where the night no dune can avert,
For it falls at once like a curtain.
© LazharBouazzi, Carthage, TUNISIA, July 30, 2017
