Never On the Map of My Life

I wander the desert alone-  through an ocean of sand
in my dream . . .  thinking myself on an adventure
and walk in golden softness in a place empty and drifting
a place of solitude strangely magic, and
I hear the desert speaking in a whispering hush

barren, sun bleached and sun-choked
empty of all things human yet I hear a bird's laugh 
with an endless, timeless rhythm this land hushes
but wait-  a prickly cactus and a snake- hiss-  in this place of nothingness 
or is that just my imagination speaking

thirst painful, my mouth is bone dry-   has been for hours, days it seems
parched and withered of all moisture . . .  in my head I am screaming
this wretched place was never on the map of my life
so why did my dream take me here to wander alone and lost
in a vastness of azure skies and infinite pristine sand, but wait, an . . .

oasis, refuge, relief at last . . . a turquoise sea suddenly appears
beyond a sand cliff with sparkling water to the horizon with cays of gulls
and trees deep and tender green rustle not far
I walk out of the utter, empty, unforgiving desolation of the desert 
and into the cool water waiting with a sigh. . .  then I awake

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October 13, 2018


Poetry/Free Verse/Never on the Map of My Life
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1071-027-01
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.



Written for the contest, I Wander The Desert Alone
sponsor, Edward Ebeh

Required words - barren, oasis, thirst
with metaphors and onomatopoeia

Second Place

dreamnaturefree verse

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