Fire burning, logs marching A path daunting, ranting taunts Chanting seamed Arabic hymns Chargrilled silky toned offerings The exquisite yurt tent warm Enclosed in ethnic kaleidoscope Bedouin tribal pneuma radiates Tensed and cordially punted Feral wild ones sociably awake Reticent,drained in frail noises Fainting in lapses, trailed to fail Tidal noises permeates above all Waved and enveloped in beats A drummed goblet, strummed oud Announcement of the lived life force The tidal rhythmic music timed All clapping and mesmerised Drawn in dangerous curves A continuum of introversion sorted The ever censored extroversion summed
Content: A group of people gathered in a Bedoiun Yurt, a very colourfully decorated setting. The oud guitar and goblet drum was being played, meandering music.On a cold cold day all gathered by the burning fire to keep warm. However, spending sometime with the Bedoiun Arabic tribe in the desert. I was fully drawn to their entertainment. All soaked and enjoying entertainment but still constrained by introversion. I guess the question I wanted to externalise is "the relativity of the introvert-extrovert continuum"....... Or am I just socially awkward?