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| MARMARISINFO > MESSAGE BOARD > D. NEWBOULD 17.08.2001 |
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| The only reason that this is can be described as my greatest memory of Marmaris is because I have never experienced anything so moving and I believe we have to experience life -
good or bad to get the most from it. |
What a wonderful sight to see
The sunset burning, glowing crimson and orange.
Meeting the clouds, weighed down so heavily they were black
What excitement filled my veins at
the beauty that I saw
But once again I'd been deceived and as I sighed for the romance that I missed, I smelt the burning
And in my head I imagined people screaming in terror as their homes were being destroyed by the roaring flames
that lit the skies |
And how my illusions tormented my conscience for thinking this sight was wonderful
As my imaging took over, I saw women crying helplessly, children clutching their father's legs
- longing for it to be a dream
Their father's eyes laiden with sorrow and arms carrying buckets of water as heavy as their hearts
I stand gasping for my breath in a Westernised street
Each way I look I see people eating,
drinking.. |
Laughing but no-one crying
Oblivious to the natural destruction that will devistate the villages and lives of the already poor citizens of Gokova. |
| When this morning I woke - vodka obliterated my memory and I went to the beach I lay in the shade listening to the swish of the waves and the music blaring from the bars |
| The light breeze begins and is only slightly chilled by my memories of the evening before. |
| Because then I saw the ash floating on the air and landing on my swimsuit, vodka sweat and cold memories of burning pines and barron mountains for a year or two at least |
| A helicopter flies back and forth |
| Gokova still burns |
| Written in August 1996 |
| Replies via D.Newbould@care4free.net |
