I came from the land of many rocks
And mountains that could reach the sky,
But the path was too rough for my feet
And the trail that I found was difficult.
I nearly lost my life as prey
To a greater being breeded for hate;
Though they did not take my life,
They took my home and chased me far from it.
And though that desolation only grew
I have walked these sand dunes since.
The sun has scorched my face red like fire
And burned my feet to coals and ash,
But I refused to fall to my death in those rocks.
I dwelt here waiting
For something beautiful to come
From this arrid and forgotten land.
I laid surrounded by cacti
That had fed me many months,
And was the only shade for miles.
I felt my mouth drying out
With every movement of my tongue.
I felt the sweat beads surrender
To the heat that made them drown.
I felt my head lighten in weight
As I reached for more juice from the cacti;
But found myself to far and strength too low.
And as my hand dropped to the ground
My eyesight had been blurred,
My heartbeat began to slow,
My heartbeat
Began to slow,
My heart
Beat
Began
To slow.
And in my mind I could see it clear
A pink and prickly flower
I felt it would be my last thought.
I could feel my hand open
It was clenching for thin air,
When suddenly the wind picked up
And with a giant gust of sand
That hit my face like bee bee's
Landed a desert bloom within my palm,
Just enough to quench my thirst.
Author notes
Well this is still in the works too, but I thought I would shoot it. It's kind of about, going through a lot of stuff, then escaping it, or trying, only to come into a worst situation. Then in the end, when it seems like there's no point in waiting for something beautiful to happen... something does.
A contest entry
- Over night quickie by thepoetssoul.
950 points, ended October 18, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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A beautiful poem and one that enables the reader to jounrey with you. You have succeeded in depicting difficulty and harshness, but you have also provided a hopeful ending. I enjoyed the imagery very much. Will come back to visit some more of your poems. FransB
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i love how your poetry is influenced by your culture, it adds depth and meaning to it.
My heartbeat began to slow,
My heartbeat
Began to slow,
My heart
Beat
Began
To slow.
-this part is REALLY clever, id never think of doing that!!! xx -
This is a great poem.
Great story line
Good imagery
Thanks for the entry
Best of wishes to you
Tony
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interesting take on the prompt
delighted in reading this, best to you in the contest~ blessings to you always~
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I realize that you are in a contest right now... but when I read this I thought it would have a great shot at the contest I am hosting as well.. It's very well written. Well good luck in the contest.
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