27 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

11/27 Pamukkale, Turkey

A small mini-bus arrived and toted us off to Pamukkale.  I only knew what I had read in the bible and in travel brochures about Pamukkale.  I understood that it was one of the seven churches Apostle Paul wrote letters to and was coined the “Cotton Castle” of the ancient world.  There was an extremely old hot spring that was believed to have healing power and over time became a center of a pagan cult.  Large limestone steatite created a beautiful arrangement of pools.  (more…)

28 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

11/28 Pamukkale, Turkey

Walked up one of the local hills and watched the sun rise over the valley.  Then I took a trek back to the pools to get a few pictures without people climbing all over in them.  They were so beautiful and unique.  Shallow petal shaped pools with large expanses that had the texture and the look of snow.  I expected the crunch of snow but was met with the resistance of rock.  I sat alongside them for rest of the morning, just day dreamed and enjoyed the view. (more…)

28 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 089 Pools rise up in steps

Pools rise up in steps, one above the other, a frozen waterfall of quiet meditation

they cascade down over slopes, like my memories, impeded only by clumps of oleanders

looking out over the deep silence of the tombs lay scattered over the countryside

along side, where Apollo once sat, I pondered where they all went

30 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

11/30 Ushisar, Turkey

We had planned on seeing Urgup and the Goreme Valley and headed out into the streets in search for the tourist office.  It was still very cold but it was like a reversed microwave, my bones were colder than my skin.  We located what we believed was the tourist office but there were no brochures or posters to confirm that we had found the right place.  Everybody inside was huddled around a small stove trying to keep warm.  They explained there were no buses or organized tours this late in the year and suggested we find ourselves a taxi driver.  (more…)

30 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 090 Forbidden are such mountains

Forbidden are such mountains, in the shadow of the light, to hold faith that it’s the fountains that lay forth its delight.  And there paused above the mirror, in the reflection, I saw a glance and the breath of a faint murmur, like me she seeks romance.

Deep within the garden, we cared but not for time, where I was more than a friend and she was nobody’s but mine

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