Dreams chased me last night until I caught a poem. I’ve never been to Machu Picchu but my dream told me that love is sometimes like climbing the Incan temples.
Machu Picchu Love
Sacred ground,
ancient valley of magic
energy abounds.
Stepping lightly
you climb
to the pyramid of the sun,
ribbons of color flutter with no wind.
Citadel of grandeur,
temples of holiness awe
until you stumble,
tumble
down stairs to the sacrificial stone
Head in clouds excitement
make way to
nauseous headache
Machu Picchu love,
like a tourist attraction,
a bucket list adventure,
grand vistas one can only see
from the pyramid of love.
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Love it! My first time in Machu Picchu was pure magic and your poem reminded me of it.
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Thanks for the wine recommendations on Twitter, Intipalka Sauv Blanc from Peru!
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Like you, I’ve never been, but your words carried me there.
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Perhaps my dreams are giving me a clue although this year I’m set on traveling to the Tuscany region of Italy. Thank you for your kind words.
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