The dessert in an hour glass

The dessert in an hour glass

A Poem by Robert Rittel
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A little journey through the glass

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A hand of sand in spectrum of flow of time,

ministering thoughts by simple pantomime.

So many sand-curies it has been,

and dessert hills moved gently keen.

Caravans slow vicissitude by blow of wind,

seasick on a camel ride pinned.

Motion rise and sink in endless obscure,

sensuous dunes proportioned contour.
Wandering aimless not by imagination,

creating landscapes of ancient preparation.

Illumed wilderness same same horizon,

only more sand for pilgrimage compromising.

The oasis coming in confident of fate,

to resolute the heart before it is to late.

Have we passed that shimmering crystal tower?

coming closer to the counting passing hour.

Gazing up and escaping these narrow walls,

the shifting sand and its sustaining falls.

This little golden thread dilate into column plain,

pursuing my thoughts regardless the time in vain.

A world too small for times in loving ponder,

timeless appreciation and all its precious wonder.

 

 

© 2021 Robert Rittel


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Author

Robert Rittel
Robert Rittel

Cape Town, Western Cape, South Africa



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Robert grew up in a St. Franciscan orphanage at Maria Laach, where his schooling and talents created an apprenticeship to become a chef. Robert developed a great sense for textures and flavors with r.. more..

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