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Nomads of the Desert

Wander lust their families’ motivation Nomads fluctuating in flowing migration, Seasonal uprooting to discover new ways Looking in new directions in anticipation. Restless as the cirrus streaking the sky Wander lust their families’ motivation, They gather not, and with time dissipate Having done so since primordial creation. The land they claim their sovereign nation Whatever resources subsistence requires, Wanderlust their families’ sole motivation Until with age the older generation tires. The cattle lowing, soft winds on the dunes Strangers look with heightened sensation, A culture quite sophisticated in its own way Wanderlust their families’ sole motivation. written March 10, 2022

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Bill Baker

Date: 3/11/2022 8:37:00 AM

Very nice rhythm to this poem, Milt. I think I have some of that wanderlust in my DNA. I'm always ready to move on, to what, I never know until I get there. Enjoyed the poem, my friend. Write On! Bill

L Milton Hankins
Date: 3/11/2022 9:23:00 AM

Thank you, Bill. I often feel the same way but, of course, I've reached the age now where it's better to stay put!

Jeff Kyser

Date: 3/10/2022 7:56:00 PM

Nice, so what provides you with your different ideas? I don't run into too many nomads 'round here, although this one spawns an idea for a nearly unrelated silly kids rhyme, :-)

L Milton Hankins
Date: 3/10/2022 8:36:00 PM

Hmmm...interesting question. This poem began with the phrase "wispy clouds," so, I looked up "wispy clouds" and found they are the cirrus. I came up with the line "Restless as the cirrus streaking the sky," then that sentence lead me to thinking about nomads moving across the dunes. The rest of the poem just followed. I thought about appropriate words like migration, uprooting, whatever subsistence requires, etc., etc., and the poem flowed out. Where do I get my ideas for poems? I wish I could tell you, and I would, but I don't know. They just pop into my head.