Desolate

Cornered in the raw and empty--

Desolation-deserts sand filled hand-

Blanket of alibaster granules-

Grainy reminders of the Mojave-most grand;

Thirst-parched-mouth dried-

Heat dehydrated-hallucination---

A mirage coiled with a bent palm--

An oasis? -No-just my imagination;

Camels carry cargo-lumping along-

Tired in their long hemp gowns-

Sweat mired upon their tired brow-

Ah-the desert-steeped in light browns;

It makes no friends of anyone--

But does take away ones very breath-

Crossing this Hell Hole of endless vacuity-

Too soon-brings about dried death;

May 17,2010

poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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