Cate

Taj At Sunset

by Cate

Thursday 19th November 2009 11:52 am

The Taj Mahal

Stands before me.

White and pure

Its slender minarets

Reaching to the heavens

Its jewelled mirrored eyes

Glinting in the dying light.

Perfectly symmetrical

Perfectly formed

Perfect

A testimony to one man`s

Love. And vision.

The highest art form

Man can reach.

My breath catches

My mind is stunned

My soul is touched

At its exquisite form

Veiled slowly

As the sinking sun

Gently caresses

It`s white marble beauty.

Around me the smog chokes

And the beggars beg

And the tourists are fleeced.

But still

My eyes sting

And my heart is full

As India teems

And sings around me.

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Comments

Yvonne Brunton

Fri 4th May 2012 19:26

how wonderful to soak up the atmosphere and then put it on paper - and the juxtaposition of the luxury and the poverty against a background of total love is extremely effective. XX

Antony Owen

Thu 18th Feb 2010 19:38

Good images and the juxtaposition of words bonds well to the subject. You could tell you've been there. Good to see the image of minarets being used and some experimental form.

<Deleted User> (6895)

Sat 9th Jan 2010 21:04

Good evening catgut twanging Cate.this poem makes me want to get 'me kaftan on.you look well Diana-ish in the pikky.desirable even-woo-oo! yep,good poem-hari-krishna dude-Stefan-ps-are there bags behind the shades?too much WOL!lol!

<Deleted User> (6510)

Wed 25th Nov 2009 17:31

I like the way you balance this tribute with the leveller in the last but 1 verse. I usually do this to add a little caveat.
I bet it was fantastic to of stood there and took it all in.
Spencer

Horace Thespider

Tue 24th Nov 2009 22:01

cate
i am so impressed by your knowledge of the sport of marbles. ( I don't remember what a mirp is though). I lost mine years ago
all the best
mark

<Deleted User> (7073)

Sun 22nd Nov 2009 23:47

Sounds like you might even have been there ........... ;-)
Who's the shifty looking piece of totty in the picture ha ha ?

jane wilcock

Sat 21st Nov 2009 18:30

Thanks for reading Horse Power and your comments. I haven't travelled much but get a real sense of your feeling for the Taj Mahal from this.Lovely. For me though, I still enjoy going back to read Sunflowers, its not faded for me. Jane

Dave Bradley

Fri 20th Nov 2009 19:29

Welcome back Cate. The pace of this poem is perfect for catching the timeless grandeur of the building. I love it. And thank u both for a good larf x

Cate Greenlees

Thu 19th Nov 2009 17:53

Cheeky muppet Isobel!!

Isobel

Thu 19th Nov 2009 17:46

A beautiful piece Cate - you've got the tone just right. Like Cynthia, I love the contrast between the perfect beauty of the Taj and the background that is India with all of its poverty/ vibrancy. You even managed to get a beggar into your pic...

Anthony Emmerson

Thu 19th Nov 2009 13:52

Hi Cate,

Where's my postcard and stick of rock then? Very envious . . .

Regards,
A.E.

Cynthia Buell Thomas

Thu 19th Nov 2009 12:38

You must have had a marvellous trip! And this poem is so much better than a photograph. It has some lovely lines. Liked the juxtaposition of the three realities: inherent ideal, gorgeous architecture and pervasive poverty.What an endearing romantic you are.

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