Desert Wanderings

lianne
Author: lianne
Word Count: 162
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Desert Wanderings

Photographer Al Neaimi has linked this poem to his award winning photo called “The Trip”

The Trip by Al Neaimi

Desert Wanderings

Are the rare oases enough to
sustain the desert nomad?
And where is the desert boundary –
would the journeyman perceive
its end, or like me, see Canaan
and think it only temporary respite –
can he see beauty where I see none,
sculpture where I see sand –
has he more praise for palm trees
than I for all of Canaan’s promise?

Deserts are but dry expanses of the mind
the hypochondria boredom breeds,
unirrigated months, parched and barren
where there is naught to slake one’s thirst
and coolness only stones beneath one’s tongue,
monotonous thoughtscapes, uninspired
wishing for rivers, never neared mirages
and longings so undefined
that even prayer is sterile.

What happens to dreams that die?
Are they reborn in other minds
nourished in more fertile ground –
do the sands that cover them
windshift
reviving them again, or are they
preserved, like dried straw flowers,
still rich in color
but sapless, too fragile now to grow?

  • JoanIreland1970

    JoanIreland1970

    Very nice writing, Lianne. I love it! Well done!

  • lianne

    lianne

    thank you Joan – as always, your comments inspire and encourage me.

  • rubes

    rubes

    Lianne, this is beautiful. Longing.

  • lianne

    lianne

    Thank you rubes – we all have those desert times I suppose – lol.

  • saleire

    saleire

    Fantastic piece…dreams that are nourished can grow into beautiful harbours of peace to dwell in.

  • aspectsoftmk

    aspectsoftmk

    What happens to dreams that die?
    Are they reborn in other minds
    nourished in more fertile ground –
    do the sands that cover them
    windshift
    reviving them again, or are they
    preserved, like dried straw flowers,
    still rich in color
    but sapless, too fragile now to grow?

    my gosh but this is some great writing….just lovely lianne….such pouring….terri

  • lianne replied

    thank you so very much terri – just a question that occurred to me at different times of my life. And when I’m in that “zone” – which isn’t terrbly often – I feel as if I’m in the desert. I’m so glad this touched you in some way. Thank you!

  • butchart

    butchart

    this is quite beautiful…. and reads so smoothl…just like a desert… i can’t wait to wander around your poetry tonight in the quiet….................b

  • lianne replied

    Oh butch thank you so very much! I do so appreciate your thoughtfulness

  • vertigodog78

    vertigodog78

    “where there is naught to slake one’s thirst”

    “and longings so undefined
    that even prayer is sterile.”

    Oh, fantastic stuff!

  • Jen Arthur

    Jen Arthur

    Fabulous. The last stanza is particularly strong.

  • lianne replied

    thank you very much Jen – I so appreciate your taking the time to comment. I’m glad you found the strength in the final stanza – it’s where i hoped it would be. This piece means a lot to me – I’m so pleased that you liked it.

  • Jboo09

    Jboo09

    I love your comparison of deserts to “dry expanses of the mind,” and dreams dying and being reborn in more fertile minds. Very creative! Awesome work.

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