Ode to the Desert

Driving empty desert roads,

Just playing with sun-hot stones,

Running away from the modes

of thought that brought us to nought

but this endless desert of minds and bones...

 

Search beneath the desert sun,

Looking for your mindless soul,

In this hell we made for fun,

We face the face of fiery fate,

And die in the dust, our rhyme and role...

 

And in this blistering heat,

The sand snakes arise and writhe,

And they start their hunt for meat.

Gloat in the float of the dust motes,

For here, their freedom may keep you alive...

 

Tell the desert your secrets,

Whisper them into her wing,

Tell the sand about your debts,

Absolve away your awkward wars...

Mind-made deserts began our existing.

 

We begin and we end here.

This is not a place of earth,

For this is a spirit sphere,

Forged first in the fire of freedom,

And then sharpened in repression's hearth...

Reviews

[Ruth]

You have made something so beautiful from something so stark! The desert seems a place of loneliness, devoid of life even, but is it really? Can we lay our hopes, thoughts to waste there.....will it answer us?
This is stunning honey, I am speechless - you have created a masterpiece as always xx

[Zeek4]

Powerful piece. I liked it!

[Kenneth The Poet]

This is a disarmingly beautiful piece, and the flow is just awesome. The internal and end rhyme are scattered and you are not sure where to look for them. This is great for sure.

[Moflo]

First off, I love your rhymes. I also like your description of landscape in this piece, its very vivid and in depth. This is very well written.