DESERTED
(a shadorma)
Desert winds
sweeping me away.
My bones, dry;
my soul, parched.
Tears form in the clouded sky
as squinting eyes pray.
2014-07-16
P. Wanken
Posted for 100 Days of Summer 2014 (Facebook Group): 32 ~ White.
Author’s Note:
Thank you to fellow challenge contributor, Alicia Brown Kuklish, for letting me use her photo in my post.
Paula, your words have certainly not deserted you! A beautiful poem. 🙂
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Thank you, Sara. How could they — these photos have been so inspirational!
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Oh my goodness … I don’t believe I ever saw this one. STUNNING. (And the photo is, too!)
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Thank you, Marie. This was written during the “100 Days” project I was a part of that summer…I had some AMAZING photographers inspiring my writing.
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So perfect! Not a word wasted.
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Thank you, Marilyn. 🙂
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