Poetry of the Soul

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. ~Thomas Gray

Desert Song January 20, 2010

Filed under: poetry — laurenmichelleotheim @ 5:27 pm

Warm finger tips brush my hair with summer sun.  Walking round the city blocks as sunbeams stroke my skin.

Deep breath.

asdfasdfasdfasSigh.

asdasdfasdfasdfasadfDelight.

Listening lawn mower motors buzz and hum.  Long days in the heat create a scintillatingly pleasant din.

Hold it.

asdasdfasdasaListen.

asdfasdfasfdasdfasdaIgnite.

Canyon calls my name to come.  Causes time to freeze in a cool tree dappled light within.

Let go.

asdfasdfasdfasDrink.

asdfasdfasdfasdfasdaEyebright.

Summer’s sweet cup of balmy indulgences

Glowing green with envious trees stare down tumbleweeds

Rivers running in and out with islands of the most devout

Are children’s laughter mixed with motor boat

Splish Splash.

Brambling bushes crushing green in a terrible after math.  Bursting flowers strong of will living as if by choice.

Deep breath.

asdfasdfasdfasSigh.

asdasdfasdfasdfasadfDelight.

Stroll along a now here now there now everywhere path.  Swishing wind mixed rivers long lost voice.

Hold it.

asdasdfasdasaListen.

asdfasdfasfdasdfasdaIgnite.

One lone rain gives a showering drip drop bath.  Off the drying diet drought the earth drinks and drinks rejoice.

Let go.

asdfasdfasdfasDrink.

asdfasdfasdfasdfasdaEyebright.

Still a crushing heat of mirage and oasis rise from street

Sweat falling slithering sticking shirts of yellow white.

Sidewalk islands of white sand under glistening people stand

Are adults skittering off to work mixed teens raucous chortle

Sizzle Drizzle.

Sun drops in a glowering ball of majestic fire.  Slowly iridescence spreads across the rolling hills of gold.

Deep breath.

asdfasdfasdfasSigh.

asdasdfasdfasdfasadfDelight.

Crisscrossing brambles gangly yet elegant entire.  Crickets hidden among branches chirp a song of old.

Hold it.

asdasdfasdasaListen.

asdfasdfasfdasdfasdaIgnite.

Green grass now cool to touch awakens desire.  Grass-stained feet leap and lift in a twilight dance so bold.

Let go.

asdfasdfasdfasDrink.

asdfasdfasdfasdfasdaEyebright.

One night with a full moon in the middle of summer sun

Leaves the land with golden arms reaching heaven

Blinking stars out shine as fates align

Are sleeping breaths mixed moonlit capers

Rustle Whisper

Dream.

(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010

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