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The Welcome Rain
My life is a desert, barren and dry;
Hot and unhappy for mile upon mile.
And you are the rain that comes thundering by
Sending torrents of life with a smile.
Gentle or forceful, your cool raindrops dance
Upon my dry, desolate, sandy expanse.
After the touching embrace of your showers,
Fertile with life grow my impotent dunes.
Up from the stones and rocks spring forth flowers
That powder my oppressive air with perfumes.
Your storm does not linger, but rolls on its way,
Leaving my wastelands to suffer the day.
All then returns to its forsaken state,
Except for the cactus, which holds as its heart
A moistness from when your last waters abate,
And the desert strives on because we are apart.
When I am blistered and parched by the heat,
I search out the cactus and thankfully eat.
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Strong metaphor here. You've carried it through beautifully with a deep message. Bravo!
Sheila
Enjoyed.
~D.
The image of you eating a cactus heart calls to my mind the image of "Dances with Wolves" eating a buffalo heart (or was it liver?) --anyways, something throbbing with life, plump and full, being devoured in large, gulping, crispy, power-giving bites -- and the juice running down your chin-- and the wistful glance at what once was...
Here's wishing you a cactus salad. Perhaps some of the flowers are edible-- or their roots? I'll send you a few virtual spuds-- they grow well in the desert plains. Cut them in chunks and poke them in the ground, and pray for rain... Gotta love that rain! --Charlie
PS-- try reading A Pax. She has a similar writing syle I think you'd like. "A Woman's Tale" is a near-perfect foil for this poem of yours.
A profound thinker! I appreciate! With the words you articulate!
Love your open, caring and blunt heart too!
I see a similiar style in my writing and yours, the straightforwardness is truly felt!
Write On!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Lady Shexooo
STay Positive!
Regis
excellent write Scott...
John