Lost
I weed my way across the desert
footstep after dragging footstep
hisses and rattles pierce my ears
sprout fear in my nervous heart
vision of a fortress appears distant
hope revives I struggle onward
unseen holy voices jangle nerves
do they signal death or life
image of the fortress splinters
This poem was written for The Sunday Whirl.
You create a vivid desert scene of despair. I had hope, until the last line. Darn it. :) Thanks for joining us at the Whirl, Willow.
ReplyDeleteYour poem has a feeling of desperation...well crafted to prompt!
ReplyDeletescary lost whirl of poem.
ReplyDeleteA desert, mirage and a doomed feeling!! Great write very graphic descriptions!!
ReplyDeleteNanka
love the imagery
ReplyDeleteAnother Wow poem, Willow. Wonderful!! Love the desert images.
ReplyDeleteExcellent wordle picture of a person seeking the living water of hope and meaning in a desert life.
ReplyDeleteWhew, Willow, this is intense. I felt I was trudging along with you and felt crushed when the fortress splintered. In my mind, the poem continues with an oasis of life that is not a mirage.
ReplyDeleteThis is so full of emotion for me. I love it. The disparity in life is so evident.
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