Kickin in the Kalahari

[EagleEye0]

Kalahari

So here I am

One last time

Alone, like the land

Parched dreams

Fight over the canteen of hope

Bobbling it, spilling it,

As I lay

The wind whistles silence

Though it blows all the time

Dust and dismay

Upon this half world

Violet skies pursue a fleeing sun

Colored cacophony flood my eyes

A tide of lies washes a mirage of ease

Upon the torched shores of my flesh

[Shawna]

brilliant. I love the imagery. You speak worlds in just a few words and lay the crisply focused photograph neatly at the reader's feet.

So desolate. Brilliant.

[TheLizard]

I first read the title as "Kickin in the Calamari" and got an image of a guy drowning in fried squid.

Nice job, though.

[EagleEye0]

Thanks.

I loove writing, poetry, especially poignant poetry evidenced by the poem above.

Every word was carefully measured, every syallable carefully weighed.