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mere enigma Junior Member
since 2001-01-29
Posts 18 |
Sand I first smelled it fourteen years ago When I stepped into the muted landscape of browns, tans, beiges (never whites) and sullen gray skies (never blue) Inhaled it into my being breathed, slept, and ate it At first it was a novelty To step into the oven every day Feel the boiling wind on my face (the Bedouins have a name for it, I think) And feel my eyes shrink and lips wither It became a familiar burden A symbol of conformity and infinity Drifting into piles in my mind Slowly covering my memories of green and white and blue (Of grass and snow and sky) Obscuring my colors, clogging my pen My only comfort came on the hazy days when it hung motionless in the sky and sheltered me from pummeling heat Or the times when it swirled in fury and blew into every corner of my life Then I knew the desert had never been conquered And that we really had no business being there Seven years times two Each seven years we are built anew I guess I must be completely composed of harsh dry wind windswept roads colorless memories thorny stunted trees and beige and brown and tan Sand [This message has been edited by mere enigma (edited 02-03-2001).] |
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warmhrt Senior Member
since 1999-12-18
Posts 1563 |
I found this to be a unique look at life in the desert... You captured well the look and feel, even the taste of the sand. My only suggestion would be to expand upon your own emotions already stated...or to focus on how the desert is continuous evolving, yet staying the same. I enjoyed reading, Kris "It is wisdom to know others; It is enlightenment to know one's self" - Lao Tzu |
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