the desert in us
>> Tuesday, July 20, 2010
in the absence of rain
in the stillness of trees
leaves long gone
wintering somewhere
the harsh light on my skin
the unyielding sirocco
i contemplate my retreat
conquered by a spec
of sand in my eye
i am beguiled, taken to
the thirsting crevasses,
dark openings to endings,
where happy might be
i pour like night into day
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Deep and emotional. It actually reminds me of Robert Frost's "Desert Places"
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
WIth no expression, nothing to express.
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars - on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.
^_^ Whoa! Your poem is also a sharpener of my literary memory.
Nice to see you back. To be mentioned in the same breath as Frost is a compliment of the highest order - never mind the absence of a comparison! Haha Thanks again for the visit.
PS This was inspired by the movie Casa de Areia (House of Sand) :D
^_^ You're welcome. And I'm sorry. I should have focused on your poem instead of Frost's. =p
I'm not so much into movies so I'm not familiar with Casa de Areia. But that sure reminds me of an anime character who uses sand as . . . (senseless talking fading into obscurity)
Chris, you never cease to blow me away.
Great music to go with this..so inspiring!
"i am beguiled, taken to
the thirsting crevasses,
dark openings to endings,
where happy might be
i pour like night into day"
That is literary om nom nom, my friend. :)
Cris, I love this. It moves me in so many ways. You are genius! The words, the pictures, the music...so perfect in so many ways. You never let us down, do you? :D
Looks even more beautiful here, if that's possible!
@FandF Haha no talk is nonsense...I think D
@lexi -thanks for the lovely compliment - keep 'em coming! Haha
@k@ri - I hope the day that I let you down will never come :D
@Shalini - Ah...it's probably the absence of adsense! Haha :D
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