Poems About Deserts Seeking Friendly Advice
#desert
goldenmyst
Poem Published
31st Jan 2021 9:06pm
31st Jan 2021 9:06pm
Francophiles in Sedona - Dream
Francophiles in Sedona - Dream
Bullet train to a western food court
Where low lying canyon houses restaurants
My Rowena and I sample the cuisine
Like Parisian culinary dream artists
Who walk the boulevard of sunken souls
To find Europe in Arizona
Where elms line the avenue
Bathed in light from gas lanterns
That shine upon boughs
With warm tones
And velvet textures
While we dine in cafes like Madrid
On a twilight gold found on plates
Served by turmeric waitresses
Balanced by saffron smiles
Bullet train to a western food court
Where low lying canyon houses restaurants
My Rowena and I sample the cuisine
Like Parisian culinary dream artists
Who walk the boulevard of sunken souls
To find Europe in Arizona
Where elms line the avenue
Bathed in light from gas lanterns
That shine upon boughs
With warm tones
And velvet textures
While we dine in cafes like Madrid
On a twilight gold found on plates
Served by turmeric waitresses
Balanced by saffron smiles
#love
#marriage
#dreams
#desert
#surreal
343 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2020 1:14pm
23rd Dec 2020 1:14pm
An Art Bell Radio Journey
An Art Bell Radio Journey
The parched hills roll like whales in a sea of the desolation of bone dry tumbleweed desert just past Tucumcari. We are hoping for a Santa Fe motel vacancy. The purple sunset glows like a nebula in the western expanse of the sky. It is 70 miles to Santa Fe and an old episode of Art Bell plays on the stereo, to bring the mystery of the cosmos into our cubist world on wheels. Here the night is a show billions of years in the making where satellites are newcomers on the celestial scene. The galactic night is for lovers who...
The parched hills roll like whales in a sea of the desolation of bone dry tumbleweed desert just past Tucumcari. We are hoping for a Santa Fe motel vacancy. The purple sunset glows like a nebula in the western expanse of the sky. It is 70 miles to Santa Fe and an old episode of Art Bell plays on the stereo, to bring the mystery of the cosmos into our cubist world on wheels. Here the night is a show billions of years in the making where satellites are newcomers on the celestial scene. The galactic night is for lovers who...
#love
#marriage
#night
#homelessness
#desert
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Vferry
vpf
vpf
Poem Published
27th Oct 2020 3:43am
27th Oct 2020 3:43am
Bill Moore
Fingertips drawn to dust
Hands stained by the blood of rocks
With his gentle brush
And strokes that changed
To the sun’s mood
Just colorless orphans
Of forgotten earth
Until he came
With all the colors of grace
Alive in the death of the desert
With a soul ordained
For the artist
For the painter
For the priest
Hands stained by the blood of rocks
With his gentle brush
And strokes that changed
To the sun’s mood
Just colorless orphans
Of forgotten earth
Until he came
With all the colors of grace
Alive in the death of the desert
With a soul ordained
For the artist
For the painter
For the priest
#death
#art
#desert
339 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2020 4:38am
3rd Sep 2020 4:38am
Borne Fey Over Burnt Blanca
Borne Fey Over Burnt Blanca
A marital spat erupts between the Aztec creator and creatrix of humankind. The male God banishes a mortal woman to Mictlán the Aztec purgatory for praying to the female embodiment of the divine. There she will walk barefoot across burning sand and rocks. But the creatrix can finesse the denouement into feminine favor with a defector from hubby’s very own brotherhood.
Sand clouds flap-like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the virgin paints the sky. Her pain is buried deep in her heart. The Lord of Duality...
A marital spat erupts between the Aztec creator and creatrix of humankind. The male God banishes a mortal woman to Mictlán the Aztec purgatory for praying to the female embodiment of the divine. There she will walk barefoot across burning sand and rocks. But the creatrix can finesse the denouement into feminine favor with a defector from hubby’s very own brotherhood.
Sand clouds flap-like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the virgin paints the sky. Her pain is buried deep in her heart. The Lord of Duality...
#love
#marriage
#religion
#desert
#risk
424 reads
4 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
14th Jul 2020 4:15pm
14th Jul 2020 4:15pm
Desert Morn
twilight behind hills
sunrise and cool desert air
earth awakening
sunrise and cool desert air
earth awakening
#morning
#haiku
#desert
408 reads
8 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
8th Apr 2020 4:46pm
8th Apr 2020 4:46pm
She Wolf
I lean to arch & crane my back & neck
To gaze up at the moon’s thick facial scars
From war clubs of the Inca and Aztec
In ceremony’s flight to reach the stars.
A she wolf on a ridge from where I pause
Looks up beseechingly into the night,
Her bristled fur, the digging in of claws
Will marrow forth its bone into moonlight.
The scene reminded me when I was born;
It was the mother Moon that is the same
And here I look upon its she-wolf form
Of which I suckled milk and live its name.
I know...
To gaze up at the moon’s thick facial scars
From war clubs of the Inca and Aztec
In ceremony’s flight to reach the stars.
A she wolf on a ridge from where I pause
Looks up beseechingly into the night,
Her bristled fur, the digging in of claws
Will marrow forth its bone into moonlight.
The scene reminded me when I was born;
It was the mother Moon that is the same
And here I look upon its she-wolf form
Of which I suckled milk and live its name.
I know...
#moon
#nature
#spiritual
#desert
#NaPoWriMo2020
590 reads
12 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2019 6:24pm
3rd Jun 2019 6:24pm
Lioness of the Desert
#marriage
#lion
#sensual #desert
#sensual #desert
640 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2019 5:01am
2nd Jun 2019 5:01am
Fear of Heights
#love
#nature
#sensual #desert
#sensual #desert
527 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 00:44am
18th Feb 2019 00:44am
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
#women
#men
#MeToo
#suffering
#desert
662 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Dec 2018 5:05am
27th Dec 2018 5:05am
Spirit Lake
Spirit Lake
Far in the North Country, in a land of jagged mountains, ice, and perpetual winds lies Spirit Lake.
Navajo Indian lore spoke of an iridescent jewel of a lake high in the San Juan Mountains of Colorado. It was said to be as deep as the ocean. Its location was lost in the foggy memory of the ancient medicine man, Bear Paw.
Running Deer ran like a mountain lion across the barren gravelly brown land of northern New Mexico. Above him was a massive escarpment glowing scarlet in the dying embers of sunset. As he ran, his mind raced too. He could smell...
Far in the North Country, in a land of jagged mountains, ice, and perpetual winds lies Spirit Lake.
Navajo Indian lore spoke of an iridescent jewel of a lake high in the San Juan Mountains of Colorado. It was said to be as deep as the ocean. Its location was lost in the foggy memory of the ancient medicine man, Bear Paw.
Running Deer ran like a mountain lion across the barren gravelly brown land of northern New Mexico. Above him was a massive escarpment glowing scarlet in the dying embers of sunset. As he ran, his mind raced too. He could smell...
#nature
#mountains
#aging #desert
#aging #desert
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