fluted patterns on the minaret took him to another era
what was the king thinking when he had it built
why construct a tall tower
arches over alcoves, tapering towards the sky-
it had what purpose, he could not deduce
neck turned up, eyes so wide, rubbing his back, he looked over.
iron pillar, a garden fit for angels, places of worship
his vision encompassed all. he stiffled a yawn
stealthy gazed at his watch, time well past his lunch.
work was waiting, his mind desired playing hooky
hunger pangs hit him, deciding his next move
he hurried to the nearest food joint-
"fork in the road, at crossroads"
Love the entrance to this, those opening lines.
ReplyDeleteSometimes the purpose only becomes clear with time...
ReplyDeleteLovely use of words. Grerat little poem
ReplyDeleteit begins in such a place of ornate beauty and ends eating fast food... i feel like saying,,, only in america,,, but that wouldn't quite fit would it???
ReplyDeleteVery present day. Can't stop and admire the roses, lunchtime calls. :) I liked the twist at the end, it lifted the poem to another realm.
ReplyDeleteoh Gautami, this is lovely. I am amazed at the way your mind works.
ReplyDeletethis starts with such promise enticing the reader on for more.
ReplyDeleteyou have an interesting take on most things and this is no different.
oh I would have headed for the nearest food joint too!
ReplyDeleteI 2nd ul's comment, I'm always amazed at your mind too!
A wry smile twisted my lips at the end. All the grand thinking and then the tummy growls and fast food it is. Talk about dry humor! Masterful!
ReplyDeleteLovely description of the monument.
ReplyDeletebeautiful
ReplyDeleteGrandiose daydreams of work avoidance, supplanted by the more immediate need to satisfy physical hunger. Your poems are priceless.
ReplyDeleteHindsight will not remember the fast food! Nifty poem and a wise twist!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words how man is pondering about works of art and than his instincts call him back to the basics. Great piece of writing
ReplyDeleteLove the comparison of old architecture and modern fast food in your piece - well done!
ReplyDeletehey this was too good...
ReplyDeletestarting off in the air and getting called back to earth bu hunger pangs...
that's a fork in the road indeed!
I really liked this Gautami... lyrical and flowing.
ReplyDelete"arches over alcoves, tapering towards the sky" This line was a treat to speak and to hear.
I agree with what everyone else has said, I love the mix of the old and the new in this. Great piece!
ReplyDeletehello from michele.
ReplyDeleteyes, sometimes things awe us so much that the only response is to go and eat something!
ReplyDeleteAlmost melodic in flow! Enjoyable!
ReplyDelete"fluted patterns on the minaret.."
ReplyDeletewhat a beautiful descriptive introduction...good poem.