Poems About Deserts Seeking Honest Critique
#desert
Dew
Dew
it is the currency of the desert
its loose diamonds
subject only to its own economic laws
as nature again withdraws
the kind soothing rain
while not having to explain
as the sun rises high
sitting upon Apollo's throne
reminding me that we are alone
just my solitude and me
thousands of miles from any sea
to replenish all these tears
it is the currency of the desert
its loose diamonds
subject only to its own economic laws
as nature again withdraws
the kind soothing rain
while not having to explain
as the sun rises high
sitting upon Apollo's throne
reminding me that we are alone
just my solitude and me
thousands of miles from any sea
to replenish all these tears
#desert
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Mesa
A purple table
set again so regally
for my solitude
set again so regally
for my solitude
#desert
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#nature
#meditation
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THREE MAGIC DAYS IN THE BADLANDS (3-19-1989, the Badlands area of the Anza Borrego Desert, Southern California)
climbing up out of
this wild desert magic
dehydrated hungry
exhausted dirty
parched throat so thirsty
yet filled with it s bone deep warmth
a powerful energy soon surges
rushing through my every living cell
as some kind of mysterious deliverance occurs
some deeper initiation with mother earth
branded and blessed by burning sun all day long
from which some profound ancient knowing
seems and feels hidden
so deeply implanted
within and amidst everything here
in this desert s...
this wild desert magic
dehydrated hungry
exhausted dirty
parched throat so thirsty
yet filled with it s bone deep warmth
a powerful energy soon surges
rushing through my every living cell
as some kind of mysterious deliverance occurs
some deeper initiation with mother earth
branded and blessed by burning sun all day long
from which some profound ancient knowing
seems and feels hidden
so deeply implanted
within and amidst everything here
in this desert s...
#inspirational
#earth
#moon
#peace
#desert
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DESERT SERENITY 2 (3-19-1989, dawn at 'OH MY GOD' natural hot springs in the Badlands of the Anza Borrego D
i am this
desert
serenity
rich cacti dawns
hushed
pastel song
suspended here
within its all
encompassing peace
swallowed up
down here beneath
this still sleeping
but gently awakening
skys above
blue gray wide
stirring yawn
which ever so
gradually
soon stretches beyond
squinting pink eye
of still sunken
unseen suns
slow silent
new mornings
radiantly illumined arising
as new day
comes delicately on
quietly stretching out
beyond ...
desert
serenity
rich cacti dawns
hushed
pastel song
suspended here
within its all
encompassing peace
swallowed up
down here beneath
this still sleeping
but gently awakening
skys above
blue gray wide
stirring yawn
which ever so
gradually
soon stretches beyond
squinting pink eye
of still sunken
unseen suns
slow silent
new mornings
radiantly illumined arising
as new day
comes delicately on
quietly stretching out
beyond ...
#earth
#sky
#nature
#mountains
#desert
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I BASK WITH YOU
in arid zone
the family home
where you still
and distill
tales rattle and shake
minds swim and then bake
the family home
where you still
and distill
tales rattle and shake
minds swim and then bake
#desert
#rhyming
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UNIDENTIFIED ASSAILANT
Have you been to the great plains
To see the cracked earth
That somehow still
Pops out little flowers?
Those black cloud
Blink-and-you-miss-it
Summer storms are like
A hit and run.
To see the cracked earth
That somehow still
Pops out little flowers?
Those black cloud
Blink-and-you-miss-it
Summer storms are like
A hit and run.
#flowers
#rain
#storm #desert
#storm #desert
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The Season's Stream of Nutmeg
She's the season stream of nutmeg
scent to slake miasmafalls
that toxic-lake a dried monsoon
below the tethered jelly walls.
Listlessly, I fall like offal,
further laundering the visions
of the Comfort Inns that pall me
heated porphyritic fissions.
In this suite my flesh is turning
bated burn-of-soul for you
that I may fast-unforge my fingers
and escape the nothing through...
But the molten cast's enfolding,
burbling my shapeless goo
into a hemostatic plasma
which my asthma can't subdue.
...
scent to slake miasmafalls
that toxic-lake a dried monsoon
below the tethered jelly walls.
Listlessly, I fall like offal,
further laundering the visions
of the Comfort Inns that pall me
heated porphyritic fissions.
In this suite my flesh is turning
bated burn-of-soul for you
that I may fast-unforge my fingers
and escape the nothing through...
But the molten cast's enfolding,
burbling my shapeless goo
into a hemostatic plasma
which my asthma can't subdue.
...
#dark
#sex
#death
#hell
#desert
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Deserted
I love my time
here
the untamed security
of this eternal sprawling
Like some inner calling
still pulling me
setting me free
from everything urbane
As all life has a stake
makes a stand
its own demand
upon this arid world
Even the snake unfurled
shares a sidewinder truth
much more powerful
than any blunt revelation
About all of Her creation
the fragile balance
of it all ...
for both large and small
here
the untamed security
of this eternal sprawling
Like some inner calling
still pulling me
setting me free
from everything urbane
As all life has a stake
makes a stand
its own demand
upon this arid world
Even the snake unfurled
shares a sidewinder truth
much more powerful
than any blunt revelation
About all of Her creation
the fragile balance
of it all ...
for both large and small
#nature
#desert
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Haiku #37. ...temporality
noontime summer sun
desert thorn tree stillness reigns
in the heat...time sleeps
desert thorn tree stillness reigns
in the heat...time sleeps
#trees
#sun
#summer
#haiku
#desert
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Dusk in the Desert
I swear, this summer’s sun
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
#myself
#desert
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
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Life is a Journey of Death
I walk alone through this lonely planet,
My days buried in cold dust.
Looking through my dead eyes,
Toward an empty horizon,
To find a place I would belong at last.
I wove the eternity of time into my depth,
Heard the culling of human,
And the earth they left.
I hope of a new dawn as seasons turn blue,
Plague colors my faith inside, that I hold true.
Sun descends on a gray world that made us be,
Lets a ripple reach the stars, the silent water is me.
A freezing rain falls from the sky,
As I smell the sea I always held...
My days buried in cold dust.
Looking through my dead eyes,
Toward an empty horizon,
To find a place I would belong at last.
I wove the eternity of time into my depth,
Heard the culling of human,
And the earth they left.
I hope of a new dawn as seasons turn blue,
Plague colors my faith inside, that I hold true.
Sun descends on a gray world that made us be,
Lets a ripple reach the stars, the silent water is me.
A freezing rain falls from the sky,
As I smell the sea I always held...
#loneliness
#TruthOfLife
#desert
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Out Here, There are No Stars
Out here, there are no stars,
No tracks, no wayward lean.
Out here, unclear, untraced,
Out here, is just our words.
We brace the night like savages,
Like weavers of the untold psalms,
Just firelight myths and stolid drums.
We dance emblazed in cloudless skies.
Out here, no home remains,
Just ruins, reckless bones
Out here, we have no sun.
Out here, the broken songs
The bear once held the canyon trees,
The snake, in curls, the river’s end.
We have no hold of...
No tracks, no wayward lean.
Out here, unclear, untraced,
Out here, is just our words.
We brace the night like savages,
Like weavers of the untold psalms,
Just firelight myths and stolid drums.
We dance emblazed in cloudless skies.
Out here, no home remains,
Just ruins, reckless bones
Out here, we have no sun.
Out here, the broken songs
The bear once held the canyon trees,
The snake, in curls, the river’s end.
We have no hold of...
#spiritual
#pagan
#desert #NaPoWriMo2020
#desert #NaPoWriMo2020
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DU Poetry : Poems About Deserts Seeking Honest Critique