Mountains laid to waste
Childlike memories of summer
The glimmer of hope that is not hope or water
Seeing the blue
and the blue
and the blue,
and clouds taken on the wind.
The rocks interest me
and the sterilised bones of creatures long past
Reaching around you with my horizon
Seeing the emptiness
and the emptiness
and the emptiness,
and the wind blows through it.
full of grit
determined to seek with the currents
so cold in nights shadow
seeing the stars
and the stars
and the stars,
and always the wind.
A contest entry
- Loose yourself into Largeness by Thoughts-of-Soloman.
1750 points, ended July 11, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I read:
Sentient Desert - Mm' a feeling or perceptive one.
A harsh arid landscape, mountains destroyed.
Contrasted against the waters of life it would seem to be craving.
Ever overhead 'the blue' as the source from where such fulfilment could come from.
Rocks and bones like its 'toys'.
So small in comparison.
emptiness
and the wind
with grit showing its shape in the currents,
Cold night
under stars and the wind.
A wonderful description and yes character of the desert expressed.
I felt unsure about the repeats at first but now, yes I think they work very well and are quite mesmerising.
I much like the way you leave us haunted with the lone spaciousness
under the stars with the wind.
I believe that you have captured the essence of this place very well.
Thank you
Sol
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This is lovely..and I come from the land of the desert and heard so many stories...best of luck in the contest
Ruby
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Thank you for another wonderful entry to this contest.
All the best with the judging.
Sol
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