Sundown Over Umm Ghuwailina
August 27, 2009 by hames-1977
Half of the world rising up
on the east welcoming sun,
watching the day unfolds.
Hoping for grace, a fresh start.
While, there is a nacreous pearl,
a shell of the western sky peering.
Through the ridges and ridges
of sand-covered castles in the city.
Orange gloom in the showers
of the sandstorm. Like an hourglass,
little diamonds in the seave.
Time slips down in a quicksand.
Then soon, the veil of the night,
sequined by stars melted wax
over Umm Ghuwailina. Arabia
bends its knees reciting prayers.
The mind wanders away counting days
and counting nights, a farewell
meeting halfway at mid-air-
homecoming touch down years.
You reported a scene, a cut of the moment, of a place of exotic beauty that you painted in the imagination like drawing the veil just a little to reveal some mysteries that your words allowed your reader to see.
I took a peek, and those little specks of images form a multitude of thoughts, of exotic stories inspired from that little glimpse of a place in the other side of the world unknown to me.
Umm,
A word I sometimes use to pause between dialogues to gather my thoughts for my spoken composition be understood.
I never thought it could be a name of a place, now it would mean a lot different for me when I say, Umm, for a pause, for across my mind would flash imageries that this poem painted and reported from some moment in time.
I wish you well.
~ Jeques
jeques,
Umm Ghuwailina is my district here in Doha, Qatar. this is a poem i made when i was on my way home one afternoon, and a heavy sandstorm shower in the view. it was a poignant moment, and when i came home, i gather my thoughts as i look out of the window once in a while.
oh, that certain sadness. i just give in, to embrace my homesickness.
yeah, you nailed a very good description of it; some moment in time.
best of times,
marvin