Sand replaces skin.
Dust breathed in
more than air.
Even the pebbles
beg, take me in.
We will create one drop
of dew to share as
stones cry out for blood
to taste,not this barren waste.
No leaf, no stem, nor
blade of grass to chew.
Dry musk of a dead
Pharoah's tomb, fry the
mind in heat insane,
till you come home
to love again. I dry
brittle to the bone.
I pray to God
to send a flood
and turn this cursed
dust to mud.
Let living waters
flow past this
whited tomb.
Wash away its
Hell made doom.
Fill the
well of darkness
in my heart.
May gentle rains
comfort me,
turn all this brown
to green. Renew
the garden of
my soul
with
your flower
blooming
in my heart.
A contest entry
- arid saturation by Randomly Beautiful.
600 points, ended September 16, 2008, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I do miss your talented pen as I linger in these lines...the imagery you paint on the surface of my mind belies the words between the lines ... in reflected thought i gaze at what is written on this page. The power of that flower in your heart brings a smile. May it warm your soul
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Thanks for the entry.
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Very interesting
I feel your pain. The breaking of dry brittle bones. Yet, you have hope. Isn't hope like fetters? They say it lets survive, I say it makes one delusional.
The above is not criticism, you poem is excellent.
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