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I've come to know my desert well:
the dry rocks of absence
and the finely filtered dust
of your distraction.

The water of your words
fell on impermeable disdain,
until hardened lands softened
and the persistence of your showers
fed my parched and withered land.

But you had no wish to nurture.

Now in my barren garden,
I remember when flowers bloomed
and I drank of your desire.

A word from you would quench my thirst,
but no relief from this long drought
will come today.

This is a Sunday Scribblings post.


Jae Rose said...

Like drinking salt water to quench a thirst...the landscape of rocks and dust so familiar..remembering flowers..it seems hard to turn drought from bleak to hope and yet I know in your hands each dry stone will build something beautiful..Jae

August 19, 2012 at 1:27 PM
Old Egg said...

How apt is this poem. Love like rain is most sustaining and without it life becomes unbearable and untenable. Brilliant!

August 19, 2012 at 2:28 PM
joanne said...

Beautiful and symbolic.....'love reign/rain o'er me'....

August 19, 2012 at 7:38 PM
Alice Audrey said...

You are entirely too good at the love-lost poetry. You make me worry for you.

August 20, 2012 at 10:43 AM

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