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Hummocks of Glimmering Sand

The sun was newly risen above the Earth
His golden smile warmed amber desert sands
The grand landscape resembled barren lands
as sepia grains were slathered in rippling waves
That's what I saw through blurred vision
the hallucination of turquoise rivers in a mirage

This sea of sand was the color of maple honey
but bore no trace of footprints, boat nor oar
It held no countable fathoms of unknown depth
to serve sailors as their watery graves
Its swells were not waves washing to the shore
nor slithering sea snakes, worse by far

No lush oasis to be found as an illusion to my eyes,
nor cool stream to quench a weary traveler's thirst
This Eastern dune held no date palms for a feast
nor shade from which life could be reimbursed

Here, the moon does not control ebb and flow
There are no tides except for those guided by Mariah
Her harsh winds blow without a wit of warning
and scorpions have no fear of drowning in undertow

In the vast hummocks of gold glimmering sand
I found myself living life sorrowfully chagrinned
lost and confused while the sun blistered my skin
I circled the shores of this scorched desert sea
until parched, death took its final payment from me

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Aurore Severo April 10, 2024 at 11:45 PM Beautiful poetry, xoxo

Eileen Manassian April 10, 2024 at 11:25 PM Lin, hope all is well. It's been a while. Your power of description in this piece is amazing. The imagery is done in such a creative way. Hammocks of sand. Who would have thought of that? Very well done. The lines lead up well to that sad ending.

David Kavanagh April 10, 2024 at 2:16 PM Deep and up to ones neck in sand Lin, a beautifully crafted poem, one with a curious bleakness and inevitability, just what life throws up at us sometimes, Hey! Did you know no two grains of sand are the same, small comfort I know! but meaningful nonetheless just like your poem, cheers David

Zyrool Gifford April 10, 2024 at 12:24 PM Hi Lin, Beautifully said. The Desert is a crazy place. The last two lines went straight into my heart. Enjoy your day.

Daniel Henry Rodgers April 10, 2024 at 10:27 AM Dear Lin, I loved how your poem clearly portrays a harsh desert landscape under the sun's unforgiving glare. The absence of life-giving oases and the relentless cruelty of nature's elements create a haunting atmosphere. It serves as the resilience required to navigate life's desolate landscapes and the toll they take on the human spirit. For some reason, I suddenly feel hot! :) - Blessings, Daniel Lin Lane April 10, 2024 at 11:34 AM I'm very appreciative of your reviews, Daniel. You always see quite clearly what I try to portray. I'll bring you cool water... Gunga Din ;-)