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Meditative
sitting makes me an anchor
alone in a desert
open to a joy beyond myself
that I see as water
and me with my captain
settled in port
Gedichte zum Thema: desert
Gedichte zum Thema „desert“ auf Poets.by.
Yucca moth
infinite crow of time
night desert
if love takes every turn
to find a moth
then I with my heart
have just a while
Beachhead
the navy captain
brought some shells
to be with him in the desert
he deserves a little ring of life
and how convenient to have
a road to elsewhere leave him here
Camping
night desert
I hear discreet things
out in the sand
Desert epicure
We eat late, after
the heat in my
part of the bush,
with pleasure for
a home.
Notes
How many notes to self can you take?
A road nobody drives for pleasure.
Scan the dial for something
sung in drawl. Get out & walk.
The older you get, the fewer options
still tempt you: the wet membranes through which
light enters our heads versus the eardrum,
coins in a fountain versus coins in a jar.
And if you want to feel every note
you find a desert, even one small as a banjo head
or unreachable as the moon.
You go to a tattoo shop
& ask them to take dictation
on the parchment of your arm.
Don’t try to explain.
This isn’t that kind of trip.
Yucca
Aboveground, I am all blade,
shedding filaments to keep
my edges keen. I can go months
& months without water.
My connections to this sand-
stone ridge run deep.
But I don’t know why when I blossom,
nothing happens. My nights
have never turned incandescent
at the touch of fabled wings.
My panicle is a pale flag
that no one ever salutes.
This couldn’t be exile, could it?
There’s desert enough here
for those who wait.
All through the dry season,
Where the Desert Sleeps
I knew the miles
before the markers, I found the west
by walking with the sun. I said,
there are lizards in my blood,
there is sandstone in my teeth.
I said, I am the light's daughter,
I am a cactus wren.
This is my home among the thorns.
I said to trees, to starlight,
I said to graves and streets and men,
and you said,
Girlchild, I live too far out in the desert.
I whispered into corners, I wove into
papyrus: I am the light's daughter,
I am a cactus wren,
I raised my hand from lifetimes of loving,
New Year Eve
Once again, at the gates of another year.
In this endless desert
The New Year sits like a façade,
A prop
On the other side of which
The endless desert continues.
We will go through the rituals
Of living, loving, playing and crying
Bringing and burying lives-
The perfunctory calls and messages
‘Happy New Year’-
We will go on with the play-acting,
Feigning interests new
Bidding farewells to old.
We conjure up illusions of oases
When all around the desert spreads.
"Room Temperature"
Walking along the desert,
I feel the blazing heat,
As a smile comes across my face,
In the knees I feel weak,
The sun brightens the sky,
The sky crystal clear,
Not a cloud in sight,
Not a worry or fear,
A sudden change in scenery,
As I freeze in the bitter cold,
Gusty winds making it difficult to see,
Unable to know where to go,
I search for signs,
To find out where I am,
I cry and yell,
Not knowing what just happened,
In the Gobi, and Out of It
I
Being invited to the lady's large bed
delighted!, and overcome by possibilities
Was not unlike stumbling through the Gobi Desert,
under an orange moon
And then entering some ancient city,
not understanding a word
II
Puking over her feet, I complain
she's "cold". it is not
an idyllic scene. I say I feel
too old, to do any better,
and that this is, in fact, pretty good.
III
The galaxies receding make a sound:
Patter of dog feet on sidewalk-
Tyler Matthew
On top of a mountain
Looking down on Green Valley,
The desert sun shines,
The the prairie dogs run wild.
Its hot and its dry,
And though you left us behind,
I still feel you with me
Looking down on Green Valley.
Standing on a balcony,
Looking down on Tuscon's city lights,
The desert moon shines,
The stars glow like wild fire.
Theres a beautiful night sky,
And though you left us behind,
I still feel you with me,
Standing on that balcony.