sands

Aug 04, 2007 14:34

it snakes 
as it writhes, 
as it sears my lash beds. 
rising fear...
i finally discern.

it moves across the desert 
seamlessly,
as does a baby 
sighing 
her fleeting relief.

give me your hands!
tangle your arms 
through mine.
we will not survive this
alone.

it howls and moves 
from a distance at best...
hold your breath!
close your eyes!
cling to me!

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stupastu August 4 2007, 20:20:33 UTC
These words would be electrifying spoken.

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autumnsea August 5 2007, 02:21:15 UTC
You gave such movement to this piece which really added to its message.

I love the stanza:

"it moves across the desert
seamlessly,
as does a baby
sighing
her fleeting relief."

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upsetmyheart August 5 2007, 05:00:22 UTC
this is what i was aiming for. movement; rush; panic. thanks!

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