Poetry Day: Along the Desert Path

The Mummy

(My titles aren’t that subtle.  They’ve always been direct much like my poetry.  So, you can tell what this is going to be about.)

I walk into the heat

With scraps and sweat

My protection from the sun

I feel the sand

Compact beneath my feet

Irritating grains

Slipping between my toes

Yet I continue on

Into the harshness

Designed to kill all fools

The dunes roll by

Moving in the haze

Acting like the sandy backs

Of hibernating turtles

I ignore the dryness

Enveloping my skin

And swelling of my tongue

My search drives me

Like a lemming toward his doom

I hope to find my oasis

Hidden in the sand

A place of dreams

Where solace and peace

Are mine to hold

And the world will pass me by

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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6 Responses to Poetry Day: Along the Desert Path

  1. L. Marie says:

    Beautiful! I can’t help thinking of how the wilderness/desert often is a place of preparation. As you wrote, the harsh climate is the discerner of the wise or the foolish who attempt to traverse the area.

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  2. I think we all look for a place of peace even if we are not on the desert

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  3. Well done, Charles.

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