desert painted red-orange
melted rocks in hot sun
burnt earths broken ground
writes in the sand it's thirst
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
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10 comments:
A fluid and fluent speaker! Beautiful poem.
Good luck with your blog situation. Sorry about the frustration!
I like the intense languuage and images!
Oh Melanie, what an image! Makes me want to go out there in the hot and read that writing. :-)
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BTW, Mr. Linky sent me to the broken blog. Of course I found you here. You might want to retell him.
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Penetrating images; I can feel the heat and taste the thirst.
hi melanie ..
like " the intense languuage "
of the " fluid and fluent speaker! "
when words have conviction the beauty flows ..
( always drawn to to the human yearning of ur writing ) ..
many thanks ..
.. ( ps_ felt so good to see the greeting " namastey " on ur blog _ not being parochial -- just the meaning of the word is so warm ..namastey! )
This is amazingly unique! The images is perfect -- as I have often wondered at the dry broken earth --- I found the craters inviting, a place to hide. But it was always a wonder to see what happen when the rain came ...
You captured the desert here. Excellent.
Now I need a drink of water.
I love how you gave a voice to the desert as you revealed the thirst and quenching found there.
lovely poem and a complimenting pic dear:)...thank u for stoppin by and leaving a comment on one of my poems:)....best wishes:)
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