***This poem is a continuation from River Styx and Desert Red
Travelling the desert
a hundred days
I felt sand
scouring
flaying
devouring
flesh from my bones
molding
forming
another me.
Peddlar man
quiet
plodding along
but inherently
seeking oasis after oasis
as I needed rest.
he refused to answer
any
all
cajoling
questions.
Shaking his head
not in annoyance
more like a parent indulging their child.
We crested that last sandhill
my mouth fell open
a silent o
as before us
spread out
a verdant sea
tears spilling down my face.
Sept. 15/18
Photo by Robert Lukeman on Unsplash
I love how these all fit together!!! 😁❤️
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I had difficulty figuring out how to use eccentric yesterday which is why no post. However with verdant today it totally flowed. 😄💞
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I love when that happens!
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Me too!
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Wow Jay! I really enjoyed how all three came together. ❤️
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Thank you. 💞
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You are welcome. 😚
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