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            Stained

            December 19, 2019
            By olwagner BRONZE, Petaluma, California
            olwagner BRONZE, Petaluma, California
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            Crimson buildings  packed like sardines

            Windows peering into each other.

            Narrow alleys of rock and dirt  

            Wind about underfoot.

            And in the center, dominating the sky,

            Gold glistens up above.


            At the top of a mountain 

            The air should be clear.

            Clean, fresh, alive, crisp.

            Instead, the tight vicinity of memories

            Makes my breaths choke me,

            polluted, corrupted, foul, toxic.


            I am reminded of my place

            By my bare feet on the ground,

            Disgrace, failure, outcast.

            That golden tower shines as a beacon,

            But no longer for me,

            guiding, blinding, gone .


            I can slip through the city’s mazes,

            A hesitant 大中华彩票官网登录 of mine,

            Small, unseen, insignificant, cog.

            But my familiarity remains in

            Marble halls and engraved staircases,

            Purposeful, desired, respected.

             

            Even if I was given the chance

            To return to where my heart remains,

            Belonging, regret, mistakes.

            I could never go back to

            The person I used to be,

            Irreversible, damaged, resigned.


            The author's comments:

            This piece is an ekphrastic poem, originally inspired by a photo of the Seda Larung Wuming Tibetan Buddhist Institute.


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