I always hated the desert,
and I so hated having to go there.
I never liked it, never once,
If that upset her, I just didn't care.
But I'm older now, and wiser,
and I do know a lot more things...
the desert can be anywhere;
and that even there life can sing.
I know the arid stillness
of the desert that's in her mind.
And I know that path leads to
what's in my heart; I'm old, not blind.
My darlin' Dahlia lives there now,
and when I have to go home...
she takes my hand and says,"Let's walk,
we'll both go, but not alone..."
"I know how you hate the desert,
but I see it differently...
I see the beauty every time
you come here to visit me.
Mamma, I know that you get scared,
that someday I'll forget
the way to go to get back home
but, Mamma, please don't fret.
I know the pathway to your door,
I've been there enough to know.
You tended us and you did well,
now let me help YOU to grow.
We all have our deserts in our lives,
and sometimes cold, empty spaces,
but the seeds you planted long ago
they still blossom...in these places."
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For My Beautiful Dahlia...
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Not more sadness and sentimentality! I really can't take any more, well-written though this actually is. May I say that the title may confuse some people. I took it at face value (i.e. Dahlia is in the desert) - I hope that's what you meant!
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Oh, this IS a very wonderful poem, with the perfect first stanza to draw the reader in most nicely.... some really fine meter in here. Loved it!!
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I have no idea, for real, what all of you (for real) accomplished people are talking about half the time, with iambic meter, and illiteration, and so on...but I know a compliment when I see one....Thank you!!! I'm flying by the seat of my britches in this forum, I just can't seem to .....not.....= )
Thank you, pet...
...Ani Grace...
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Beautiful.It still surprises me how the carer eventually becomes the cared for.That's the way of things I know.Still sad in a way
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I must have mssg.'d you my comment...I'm a goob....glad you know, tho.....
= )
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I am but helpless to agree with you.
There may be a desert in each of our life anytime.
In fact it is always there and we need not visit it until He makes us go there.
"" We all have our deserts in our lives,
and sometimes cold, empty spaces,
but the seeds you planted long ago
they still blossom...in these places.""""
It is such a beautiful stanza I will try to remember longer.
You transmit courage to accept life as it is.
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Thank you, Mr. Ray, for the generous comment.
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I think this is just an absolutely wonderful poem, I really do. So much love and wisdom, lovely words and an easy rhythm. Fab!
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And I thank you for your lovely response...; )
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this was beautiful! i love poetry about the desert because there are so many possibilities! i love the imagery in your poem, as its very thought provoking. especially the last stanza. you touch on so many different perceptions in this poem and that gives the poem profound feeling.
thanks for sharing
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Thank you so much for the kind words. They have inspiration hidden very nicely in them, like a prize in the Cracker Jacks...; )
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Ah so beautiful...between 8:30 and 11 in the desert it's perfect. Not too cold...and no longer hot and...you can practically touch the moon if you are in Africa.
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Thank you, I'll have to give that a try...= )
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At midnight, the desert is cold as ice
And hotter than hell at noon
But your child cures both with sage advice
Visit both often and soon
That was a sweet story.
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Thank you, Uncle...I'll let her know you think she's a sage one...; )
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