Heading for a raven sun

In the heart of a diamond day

Like shattered glass it shone

Blood thunder

Unassailable territory


Sip a vial of perfume

Like ice it burns my throat

On a trail by the shore of a diamond lake

Bleeding and sore

Left to learn what loneliness teaches

Waiting for a whisper of wind

Occasional evil circulates

Vultures who despair

The absence of mercy

Between rock and stone

One bears the scars of ammolite

Shade our eyes

From the fever of life under a vermilion sky.

Written for Poetry Jam

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4 Responses to Desert

  1. peggygoetz says:

    Wow Alan, what wonderful and vivid images in this. Doesn’t sound like a nice place to be but the imagery is captivating. It is hard to pick my favorite part–probably the beginning few lines. Thanks for posting this!

  2. skypoet says:

    Yes, like the previous commenter I wanted to start with ‘wow’.
    What an accomplished and moving collection of thoughts in this poem. The melody, waxing and waning in intensity of feeling, and the images it conjures up: all wonderful.

  3. susan says:

    This was such a neat read … right from ‘the raven sun’ I was struck by the idea of looking at the black sun’s image on my closed eyelids … walking into the desert to see what … the remains of mining operation left long dead and offering up nothing for the vultures? The images in this poem are so rich, Alan.

  4. Laurie Kolp says:

    I can’t get past sipping a vial of perfume… but some actually do that!

Thank you for reading my poems. Please don't feel you have to comment. I enjoyed writing them, I hope you enjoyed reading them, Be blessed.

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