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Upon the Banks of the Nile
The sun once rose
Bestowing its gift of light and warmth
Upon empires grand, pantheons mighty.
The highest of civilizations
Nesting upon the banks of the Nile.
And sands trickled slowly through the glass
And grains drifted innocently upon biting winds
Settling to form mounds, dunes, oceans
Blanketing the world in eternal whiteness.
And I ask...what was?
What imposing temples and magnificent shrines
Lay forgotten beneath the dune
Upon which I stand?
What stories of tragedy, suffering, despair,
Courage, honor, strength,
Lay dormant and forgotten
Under treacherous seas of time?
Of what great battles, of what grand conquests,
Do these strange symbols speak
Whose pigments and lines
Have been obscured by the ceaseless beating
Of great tempests of sand and wind?
What happened here shall never be known,
Only that it was great, perhaps terrible,
Definitely grand.
For what now remains
But scattered debris, weathered rocks,
Deep underground tombs...
Even the voices of the dead are silenced.
And still the sands trickle through the glass
And still grains drift innocently upon breezes of time
And the dunes and oceans grow ever larger
Obscuring the world we know in darkness.
And I watch as the sun rises
The chariot of Apollo, the manifestation of Atum-Ra himself
Evermore bestowing its light and warmth
As I sit in silent reverence
Upon the banks of the Nile.
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This was stunning. The imagery was very powerful (as Behind_a_Plastic_Smile said, I felt like I was actually there) and I have to agree with Kinzi, my favorite line was "the chariot of Apollo, the manifestation of Atum-Ra himself".
This was stunning. The imagery was very powerful (as Behind_a_Plastic_Smile said, I felt like I was actually there) and I have to agree with Kinzi, my favorite line was "the chariot of Apollo, the manifestation of Atum-Ra himself".
The two things that make this poem are the imagery and the word choice. I could see everything. I could almost hear everything as well. Have you ever been to the Nile? [funny story- I actually live in Egypt so this poem sorta drew me in] Its interesting- I was actually more reminded of the deserts of Egypt, rather then the Nile. It's almost as if your persona is reflecting on all that as he/she sits upon the banks of the Nile. In a way, that presents a sort of irony for me [a good one]. The Nile is a source of life, and if you sit on its banks you find its actually very fertile and filled with all kinds of growth. In a way, this presents a hope in all the destruction of civilization- that even though all this has happened and society moves on, there is still leftover life.
I especially like the line "The chariot of Appollo, the manifestation of Atum-Ra himself". This presents how the shift between large civilizations is already occuring, what with beginning to think of the sun-god as Apollo rather then Ra.
Great job!