Thursday, March 22, 2012

Angkor Haiku

Poems & pictures from a trip to Angkor last year.

Disappearing Buddha
Among these ancient ruins
And a blazing sun

Space defines being
Doorways are within doorways
As they fade away

Moss cannot conceal
Such a glorious smile
On that Khmer rock face

Time has ripped away
All trace of identity
Bar giant curled lips

Sensual carvings
Are trapped in an ageless dance
Stone their only home

Angkor saps energy
A stoney maze dry and hot
And without mercy

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