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My Sahara

I look across this barren dry land,
a desert I've made for myself
I know you are out there,
hidden beneath those burning sands
Such yearning heavy upon my breast,
all for you my oasis
The pleasures we could have shared,
how they now scorch this land of mine
You always were a relief,
upon my parched husk of mortality
So full of life you came to me,
never such vitality had I seen
You beckoned me to quench myself upon you,
yet the aridity of my heart, my soul remained stoic
Too late the lessons of lush pleasure and passion,
now in sorrow those seeds I sow alone
Where are you my oasis?
Were you just a thirsting woman's vision, a dream?

(c)2004
~Nikki~

Author notes

Picture is Wings Of Love by S Pearson.
This piece was inspired by the music from Gladiator by Hans Zimmer and Lisa Gerrard.

Oh the things that inspire our muses sometimes!
~ENJOY~
Written October 21st, 2004

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  • sidewinder silver member
    November 20, 2004
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    thy words touch within
    an echo where memories rise
    leaving on wanting more!
    Keep penning on one stroke at a time!
    Bill


  • mystyx
    November 5, 2004
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    Wow Great job. I love the metaphor. Well at least I think thats what it is LOL. So I am sitting here wondering what happen to your partner ...if a partner at all. Is it a dream of a future love or a lost love? I love these poems that just leave me wondering what the hell the author is trying to tell me.
    I mean I can wonder all I want but I am usually wrong LOL.
    Great and awasome job
    Keep em coming
    Billy


  • WildeKnight
    October 22, 2004
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    Insightful

    Yes, we are the creators of our own deserts and it is always refreshing to encounter such acknowledgement, as it is the hallmark of a wise Soul. If we ourselves are barren, is it reasonable to expect others to thrive on our lands?
    I love your poem as it ignites contemplation of one of life's great lessons. Thank you.


  • TheEnigmaOfLife
    October 21, 2004
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    Yes it is a lot like Boris and Doris Vallejo's works which is why I chose to save it when I saw it somewhere on the web. I am a HUGE fan of the Vallejos. It is nice to find someone else who knows of them! Thanks for visiting!

    Merry Meet, Merry Part
    ~Nikki~


  • Amunet Wolfbane Moderators member
    October 21, 2004
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    An absolutely stunning piece! The imagery is outstanding, even without the picture there, it's intense and very well done. I love the style of the pic as well, reminds me somewhat of Boris' work. A Great read!


  • boogp04
    October 21, 2004
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    Beautiful poem...great imagery, I enjoyed how you compared love/a love to the desert. Very original and thought provoking. Great job, keep it up!
    Brandie


  • InvisibleSoul
    October 21, 2004
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    Great flow and imagery in this whole piece! The picture goes so well with this whole thing even the background is magnificant! Great job with this piece and have an awesome day!

  • mina nagi
    October 21, 2004
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    Nikki your words have done more than enough justice to the beautiful picture… I liked the imagery of your imagination… simply wow… I also liked the metaphors and personifications in this write… I loved it…
    mina


  • Ferenc
    October 21, 2004
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    Yearningly beautiful!
    I can hear Lisa Gerrard...
    I love:
    "You beckoned me to quench myself upon you"
    The utimate fata morgana...
    If the desert was really shaped by the "I" in the poem, she can undo it as well.
    Cheers!


  • Danna Hobart
    October 21, 2004
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    No, there is an oasis out there. Go to college (or back to college) and look for one. That is where I have noticed the biggest oasises to be.

    This was a beautiful poem filled with longing, but I don't think that desert is completely your own making. I think that society has a lot to do with it, and how young men are being shaped.


  • quietly burning
    October 21, 2004
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    loved the picture ... matched perfectly. the songs of yearning are like the sounds flocking geese in this world. regret is the hardest of all sorrows to deal with.

  • TheEnigmaOfLife
    October 21, 2004
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    Ty kindly Lyrical for the edit notes. I thought I caught them all but hey even this old woman will willingly admit to typos and grammatical mistakes! Glad you like this one and thanks for stopping by!

    ~Nikki~


  • Lyrical Soul silver member
    October 21, 2004
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    What a beautiful write. Very soft and gentle. Nice flow and feel of a woman longing for her love. Just beautiful. A few edits: 4th line from the bottom "To late the lessons " I think you meant "too" and the last line I believe you meant "Were" instead of "Where". All in all, very well done and a beautiful graphic to set it all off.

    ~Lyrical


  • leander Moderators member
    October 21, 2004
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    *wowy*
    This poem is just amazing! and I really liked the picture that comes with it Gladly you put the creator of the picture in your author's comments lol

    seriously now, I really liked the flow you've put in this poem... and the vivid words you used in it...
    Really awesome! Keep up the great work!

    Leander

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