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The Mirage

This barren desert hot and dry as noonday sun is beating down; I’ve walked for miles, no one in sight, and over head the buzzards fly awaiting death to end my plight. My throat is dry, my skin parched brown while on my face I wear death’s frown. I long for water wet and cool to quench the thirst of this old fool who took off on this trek alone to cross this desert on his own. But wait...what yonder do I see off in the distance, lush with tree; perhaps some water could it be? And shade to cool me from the sun? It can’t be far until l’m done; I guess it not but just a mile before I reach this desert isle. But wait...what grief as I approach it seems oasis growing dim; the visions on my dreams encroach and disappear with reaper’s hymn. My gait is lessened to a crawl through desert sand on hands and knee that burns my flesh as I advance. With weakness, on my face I fall and wonder why I took the chance. But still in yonder sand I see the lush oasis luring me, yet in my mind I know not real, this damned mirage my dreams to steal. My life is flashing ‘fore my eyes; the end is nearer I surmise. I think of her, the moments shared and her vile voice that said she cared; I thought our hearts forever paired, but like this vision in the sand… ‘twas mere mirage on barren land. The noonday sun I cannot bear as grains of sand mix in my hair, and now I know that doom awaits; the buzzards lurk as death bells chime; my weary soul left to the fates as reaper’s hymn tells me it’s time. January 4, 2020 Contest: Strict Rhyme and Meter Challenge Sponsor: Son of Spock

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Date: 3/23/2020 8:41:00 PM
I have been in this situation, not the danger side. But to see a shearing shed 1500ft in the air is nothing short of amazing. It sinks as you get closer, then when it gets close to the ground, disappears. You don't see it again for 2 to 5 miles, depending on the atmosphere, then there it is in reality on the ground.
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John Gondolf
Date: 3/24/2020 7:58:00 AM
The atmosphere and our minds can play strange tricks on our imagination.
Date: 3/23/2020 8:34:00 PM
We who write in rhyme are a scarce breed, generally not popular anymore. You don't only write rhyming style, but you do it so well. Love all your writing John, not just this one.
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John Gondolf
Date: 3/24/2020 8:11:00 AM
Thanks, Warren, there is a certain satisfaction in constructing a really nice rhyme, I guess I am just "old school." I appreciate your thoughts and comments. John
Date: 2/5/2020 9:42:00 PM
Amazing, John, congratulation on your win. Hugs Eve
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John Gondolf
Date: 2/8/2020 10:14:00 AM
Thank you so much, Eve.
Date: 1/27/2020 4:07:00 PM
22 lines wasn't enough of a challenge, so you doubled down? Wow! An incredible write, John, with impeccable rhyme/rhythm and a captivating story. Love the original object (desert mirage) and the discovered object (the lost love) flowing so seamlessly. This is a fave. Congrats! John
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John Gondolf
Date: 1/28/2020 4:44:00 AM
Thanks, John, I appreciate your thoughts and comments, I’m glad you enjoyed it. And thanks for the fave. John
Date: 1/27/2020 2:43:00 PM
Oh no! I thought he was getting out. Well. You’ve ruined my evening. Seriously, what a captivating tale, I was transfixed. I love this form we were given, so good for a yarn - and you made perfect use of it. Congrats, John.
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John Gondolf
Date: 1/28/2020 4:13:00 AM
Thanks, Nina, I appreciate it. This was a fun form to work with, once I started the words just kept flowing. John
Date: 1/27/2020 1:51:00 PM
What a brilliant storyline, John. It kept me gripped as I crawled the scorching trail with you! Excellent rhythm and rhyme as always!
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John Gondolf
Date: 1/28/2020 4:02:00 AM
Thanks, Wendy, I’m glad you enjoyed it. John
Date: 1/14/2020 3:31:00 PM
Oasis breeze amidst dry sand Granted to all by Poet’s hand. Thanks, John.
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John Gondolf
Date: 1/14/2020 4:32:00 PM
Thank you, Margarita, I like the rhyming comment. :) Hugs, John
Date: 1/12/2020 1:05:00 PM
Ah, a classic tale of betrayal. Superb, John. Thanks, Gershon
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John Gondolf
Date: 1/12/2020 1:20:00 PM
Thanks, Gershon.
Date: 1/7/2020 12:12:00 PM
Hi John, a remarkable write truly brilliant and congrats on your win in the contest. Wishing you a blessed 2020 my friend, Blessings, Jennifer.
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John Gondolf
Date: 1/8/2020 4:54:00 AM
Thank you, Jenn, I’m glad you enjoyed it. Happy New Year to you and your family. Hugs, John
Date: 1/6/2020 7:06:00 PM
John, congratulations on your win in Brian's contest. Hugs Eve
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John Gondolf
Date: 1/6/2020 7:22:00 PM
Thank you, Eve. Hugs, John
Date: 1/6/2020 8:22:00 AM
Aha John! Congratulations on your top win!;)
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John Gondolf
Date: 1/6/2020 8:30:00 AM
Thank you, Brenda!
Date: 1/4/2020 12:37:00 PM
Oh my!!! The imagination can certainly trace every corner in your mind- when everything is out of focus. Such vivid images you paint with your words my dear friend. With "Strict Rhyme and Meter" too. Well done. I am just a simple writer. :) Brandy
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John Gondolf
Date: 1/4/2020 3:20:00 PM
Thank you for your thoughts my sweet friend. You are indeed a simple writer...a simple writer of beautiful, deep emotions. Hugs, John