Desert Blindness

sand blistering hot
     throat parched I need water
              ah an oasis

where could it have went
     it just upped and disappeared
          it was a mirage

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Jay Narain

July 28, 2025 at 10:51 AM

A great Senyrus, Bill. Mirage is an illusion, we often see in our daily lives. Such a nice mirage picture.

Bill Baker

July 28, 2025 at 5:09 PM

True, Jay. I've chased what turned out to be a few mirages in my lifetime. Have a great week, my friend. Bill

Rowena Velasco

July 28, 2025 at 5:29 AM

Yeah, this one’s got that real dry, gritty vibe—like you’re right there in the desert, parched and chasing something that’s just out of reach. Simple but hits hard. Cool!

Bill Baker

July 28, 2025 at 5:08 PM

Thanks for the visits and comments on my poetry, Rowena. Your poet friend in Texas, Bill Smiles ~ Blessings, my friend. Bill

sara Etgen-Baker

July 27, 2025 at 4:25 PM

when we lived in El Paso and ran in the desert, I wondered if I'd see a mirage. A nice set of Senyrus, hubby, hugs, me

Bill Baker

July 28, 2025 at 5:07 PM

You'd have to run a really long way to gets tired and dehydrated enough to start seeing mirages. :-) Thanks for the flash back memories of desert running, Sara. Blessings, Bill