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Reflections at the end of a day in Kabul
by Ronald A PavellasThe stark mountains claim my attention
Circling this great bowl in which rests frantic Kabul
The high, dry ridges to the East
Reflect harshly the light of the setting sun
Those to the West are capped with snow
From the storms of the last two days
I feel I know these mountains
They are cousins to those I have known
In the high deserts of California and Nevada
They make me feel accepted in this new land
Exactly half-across the earth from the others more familiar to me
This land and its people will perhaps accept me also,
Inshallah 06/13/2005 Author's Note: On assignment June-July, 2005: Kabul, Kunduz, Wardak
Posted on 06/13/2005
Copyright © 2026 Ronald A Pavellas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 07/08/05 at 07:35 AM This truly took my breath away, the impact was so great. Your wish to be accepted by the people living there demonostrates an admirable humanity and humility born of wisdom. Congratulations on POTD! |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 07/08/05 at 04:09 PM Inshaallah indeed Ronald. I feel touched by this moving thought-painting of yours...or should I say rather, this moving picture of thoughtfulness and beautiful soft reflection. Yes, peace is truly the fruit of acceptance. This is very deserving of POTD. |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 12/15/05 at 02:17 AM When were you there? Why were you there? Did you see the sky, violet? Were the locust trees in bloom? Tulips? The fields were green? Did you se the Iron Mountain on the way to Kunduz? Will you go back? I DREAM of Her still! Thank you thank you for this poem.... |
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