In the desert there is no sign that says, Thou shalt not eat stones.
– Sufi proverb
..
We ache ourselves in
to divining rod shadows, these
places broken open in search
of water, sanity,
salt. Fault
lines are framed, stone
thrones named for each bright
sigh. If I
flutter only with the
breeze, will you still
help me seize this hollow
hungry day? Say
you will,
and I shall build
us a home of bones
and snow.
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I loved your photos, and that glacial polished look.. your poem took me into that desert harshness where yet we can find ourselves in each other.. reminds me of that song “A horse with no name”..
The photos were wonderful. I get to see parts of the world…through your eyes and lens and words…I might never see.
“…hallow hungry day…” stuck with me but the entire poem is perfect!
Love the photo and the very cool quote!!!!!
Such a striking poem. The word choice really makes it for me: the shadows – water – salt – stones – bones and snow all work so well together.
what a grim home you describe in this fine piece
Those first two lines…nostalgic. It plunges one deep into the cavities of the entire piece -like a knife cutting into freshly baked pastry.
Well done.
Greetings!
I love the search of water, sanity, and salt. Then you build a house of bones and snow…how wonderful!
ah this is nice it craves seasons and substance
i’m happy you dropped in at my Sunday Lime today
much love…
the image of that last line is haunting.
The season of snow and bones will be upon us soon. If we do not wash away. Its been 3 days now of rain and up to 3 more coming. What was parched earth is now soggy earth. If you find my sanity, let me know.
I’m confident you will find it yourself, in your own beautiful words, when you’re ready. But I am sending prayers and good thoughts, in the meantime. And some sunshine, which we currently have WAY too much of, still. I am bound by this desert place. Sigh.
Beautiful imagery in your poem, De. We really do need to seize each hollow, hungry day. We never know when it might be our last one. As for finding sanity and water, not always easy! Nice to see you at Poetry Pantry; and I look forward to your article tomorrow.
The photos are so beautiful! I am glad we were given those. Your poem is perfection. the last two stanzas are an amazing poem in themselves.
I loved your photos.. they were absolutely magical 😀 such a gem of a poem this is 😀
Oh these are magical words and I love how you placed the beginning of the next stanza at the end of the previous one….a pause for effect…nice!
This made me cry.
“We ache ourselves in” – what a great description of what many of us do every day. And the fault – everyone’s always searching for that. “flutter only with the breeze” – sometimes that really is all we can do. This is very haunting.
Hey De, thank you for the comment on my page. Your poem structure is just original and i feel its solemn tone. great write!!!
What a beautiful poem!
First line and search for at least some comfort…feels so personal, private…and the answer I assume sits in the poem ‘Fault lines are framed’….hard, but framing the some beautiful views and hopes would be more proactive….~ love the photo, sharp as rocks the words….feel as if I’m walking there in desert with the narrator….
amazing photo…wonderful lines seeking life & love the quote….
I will, I will. Who could resist such an invitation? Carpe diem! If stone is all we have, from that we must make our soup. If there is water. And if no one brings water, likely we will have bones by the time it snows. I think we must love our waste lands.
a poem of remarkable power and depth.wonderfully done…including the use of the sufi proverb.
We ache ourselves in…such a powerful line – it makes me think that inside can be a powerful world sometimes for the good..maybe for the opposite..always though a home of bones and snow is better shared
Fascinating, haunting … I always love the way you put words together, and those internal rhymes.