The exercise:
The topic for this week's four line poem is hopefully something I won't be this weekend: lost in the desert. Osoyoos is desert territory, don't ya know?
Bonus points to whoever decides to read the prompt as 'dessert' first and posts a poem about it.
Mine:
Heat rises in wave after wave -
I try to smile, try to be brave;
But I know this path we walk on
Will look the same, dawn after dawn.
Forty years in the desert.
ReplyDeleteOh wait, it’s been fifty.
So, I’m not the Israelites.
Why do I keep going in circles?
Don't worry Marc, if you do get lost in the desert I'll send Junkie the carrier pigeon out with a rescue parcel for you. He might not look big enough to carry a St. Bernard, but he'll do anything for his next fix....
ReplyDeleteLost in the desert
Small voices whisper in my ear,
Step after step,
Saying what they think I want to hear,
Step after step,
They're offering me water and ice,
Step after step,
They're begging me only to think twice,
Step after step,
About leaving the desert behind,
Step after step,
About not losing my mind,
Step after step,
And still this infernal sand goes on,
Step after step
And will do after I'm gone,
Step after step.
Cynthia - I like that second line a lot :)
ReplyDeleteGreg - I'm not sure I'd trust Junkie to make it past the dealer on the corner, and hopefully I'll never have to find out :P
I quite like the repetition (even though I can't spell the bloody word at the moment - thank you Firefox spell check) you used in yours.