Best Poems Written by Patricia Dawkins

The Still Desert

The desert is upon the sun
Pallid from being dried up without water
The pyramids stand tall among the howling wind
Made holy by the sanctified Egyptians
The desert being as long and wide as an ocean
in a sudden reverie of a daydream,I think i am there
With thorns on all the cactuses I pass them by
I discern the fact that I cannot touch them
Without realization I come upon a statue as scary as the dark night
Hoping not to seem repugnant I step away fast trying not to offend the statue,for it 
may come alive
I give my name quick,Patricia so I can open the gate
As I step in I feel illiterate because the writings on the wall I cannot read
But then I follow an Egyptian cat who eyes glare
Deviouly I indirect myself from the cat
only to see that the statue is blinking at me
Deftly I make a skillful move to ensure I get away although being assertive in my 
own right
did I profusely receive parting gifts
Coming from the dark abyss
Unscrupulosy I am told I can take these gifts free of charge
Not wanting to leave ,but having to lose myself
Always remembering though why the desert is so still

Copyright © Patricia Dawkins | Year Posted 2007