The spring - her heavy breath ice-cold breeze-
Tears leaden shroud of the darkly roiling brume
And ray of sunlight at the edge of the horizon
Makes asphalt burst in blazing fiery streams
And every blade of grass
And every tender petal
Of pink magnolia
in frost
Is trembling in anticipation
Of retributions
And earthquakes.
The broken body of the Lord
Is being washed with heavy tears
The ones who have not witnessed yet
His resurrection, full of fears
and hope,
Are waiting by the tomb
OSF. The heart Of Robin Hood
Golden Gates
Morning on top of mark
Avenue of the Giants
America's Cup
San Francisco is well protected
On the way to "Love"
Cesar palace
Bellagio pools
Aria
Stepping on a bottled storm
Crystals.
I like it here!
Tour of Sedona
Beer is nice! Sedona
Trout in Ken's Creekside
Early evening in Sedona
Sedona, Arizona
Swimming in Best Western Plus, Sedona
Casa de los Suenos, Albuquerque
self portrait
High Noon Restaurant, former saloon and brothel
At the museum
Kimo Theatre, Albuquerque
Street Market, Santa Fe
Almost a tandir
La Conquistadora, 14th century
Sunrise
On to Cliff Palace
Dinner at the Far View Lodge
By the Temple Rock
On I-6
At the Beehive House
Tremontain, Utah
Pioneer Village
Benbow Inn
Benbow - the lobby
Family tree
About Me
- Svetlana Mamedova
- Seattle, Washington, United States
- I live in Seattle, Washington, one of the most beautiful cities in the USA, but my heart still lingers in Central Asia, Tashkent, where I was born.
At the Ilkhom doors
Tashkent, 2008
On the way to Ely. Route 6
Bellagio at night.
Sunrise from our balcony, Sedona
Sedona, Arizona
San Felipe, Albuqueque, New mexico
Albuquerque, New Mexco
Santa Fe
Dia de Muertos Art
The Rooftop Cantina, Santa Fe, New Mexico
Cliff Palace, Mesa Verde, Colorado
Between Moab and Monticello, Utah
The Temple. Salt Lake City, Utah.
Boise, Idaho. State Capitol
Viewpoint near Powers, Oregon
Cashmere, WA
Waikiki, Oahu
Diamond Head, Oahu
Powvow in Seattle
Tanya,Svetlana, Nez Perce, Larisa
A ferry on the Puget Sound
S. Mamedova, 2008
2 comments:
This is a beautiful poem and I like it very much. It reminds me that I enjoyed Good Friday at an Abbey in the North of Italy. I felt many similarities and common themes with my experiences.
Love,
Christie F
Svetlana I can understand your feelings and have full sympathy. I know so many people who are living in USA, Europe but always miss Tashkent. I am a Pakistani National Living in Tashkent since last 17 Years and can not live any where else. I call Tashkent My Paradise. If you wish you can always get latest updates of tashkent from www.harleytourism.com
Post a Comment