The Shifting Sands of Melancholy Seas,
Unfertile, Sterile, Vast and Bleak,
Mark the Echoing emptiness of my Silence,
Barren as a desert promontory.
Droning Winds that parch my skin
With burning sands that Kiss the Sun,
Wrestle with my misgiving before the Tide’s begun.
Hurtling Thoughts like grains of sand,
Into the Vacuous Open Plain
Of All my Thoughts,
Sandstorm of Intemperate Haste,
Wiping Clean what Once was Chaste.
Subtle in the withering Glare of scorched and desolate Promise,
Slinks the Guise that Stole this Virtue,
Hapless Temptation in undulating form
Slither Beside me to Keep me Warm.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph found at : crenk.com
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Thank you for sharing and greetings 🙂 🙂
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Greetings Friend 🙂 Thank You Ever So for Reading 🙂
Blessings~
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Outstanding poem Morgan, I really enjoyed it.
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I was caught up in the music by Azam Ali, which I was listening to last evening, and it reflected in my poetry.
Blessings and Thanks Ever So ~
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It’s winter here, so love the title 🙂
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Here as well. as a matter of fact, it is POLAR here lately. the temp this morning was 4 degrees (F)!!!
Blessings and Thanks Ever So ~
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Reblogged this on georgeforfun.
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Profoundly nice..
Peace & Light
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Blessings and Thank You Ever So ~
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Wow–good.
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Aww thank You 🙂 I do appreciate it !
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Your words are a soothing gift to my spirit and heart! The image itself is very inspiring and beautiful…thanks for sharing this gem my sister! Blessings!
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I was inspired to write something about the Desert after spending the evening listening to Azam Ali from VAS (she is featured singing in my post Fertile Garden), thus this poem sprung forth from the middle eastern flair 🙂
Blessings and Thank You Ever So ~
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