Dry tongue clicks
On blistered lips;
Sandy soil, stony, sparse,
Knows me by name.
Every numbered hair,
Shallow rooted,
Tumbles in the wind,
Bereft of purchase;
Nothing holds.
Forty days and forty
Frozen nights:
Fast and pray.
In every life, a while,
Mountains block the rain.
Great poetry and great photo!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful description of desert life .. I especially like the forty days and forty nights.
ReplyDeleteCould be the tale of many desert creatures. It is such a harsh environment.
ReplyDeleteFantastic photo, and your poem has the parched feel of the desert for sure. I especially love "in every life, a while, mountains block the rain."
ReplyDeleteGreat photo and poem! I am parched after reading your words...so vivid and well done!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful and vivid picture of a rain shadow.. I could see it in my mind even before I saw the accompanying picture.. and I loved how you tied it to our own lives.. I'm thirsting for more ;)
ReplyDeleteI love the way you have personified the desert itself with its cracked lips. The forty days and nights are iconic, and really intensify the sense that deserts remain unchanging throughout history.
ReplyDeleteTo every thing there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.
ReplyDeleteNice work Karen.
Dry tongue clicks
ReplyDeleteOn blistered lips;
A wonderful set up to the entire poem!
I love "knows me by name," that really brings in the relationship and the metaphor is stark and poignant...mention of forty days and forty nights...this is a perfect poem for the lent season. Great work, thank you so much for sharing with Transforming Friday!!
ReplyDeleteMountains block the rain! Oh God, that's the saddest part!
ReplyDeleteMountain Mountain's are for climbing to get the water left there still. Other mountains are kicking down to reinvigorate the soil of the soul.
ReplyDeleteNicely done Karen.
Awesome image and words...the land dying of thirst from majestic mountains that hold back rain...Great piece!
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