Dunes

First thing I ever wrote. Plants begin to emerge in a desert. The desert dies as the plants flourish. [Written - 16.06.2024}

Latent life befell,

Upon the canvas of death.

Usurping stranger,

Rears its unclenched fist.

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Harbinger of unbidden paradise,

Heeds her rhetoric pleas.

Forsaken curves draped,

In a tangle of dun.

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From life came death,

To her serpentine skin.

Forlorn stranger,

Mewls against her breast.

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Mother.

Stranger.

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Hear me.

Heresy.

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Disillusion.

Author's Note

Would love any opinions.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

lovely words crafted together.....as one dies, another blossoms, nice contrasts of dark and light; great first write! Congrats to you!
Warmly, B

[Beren]

It's like sitting on the ground in a dark, narrow space and putting your head between your hands. This poem made me experience that. Congratulations on your first writing, we look forward to the rest, my friend. Welcome.