the summer of our discontentment

Tendril wafted dunes
of barren sands waffle,
swirl across mile
upon mile in every direction-
your face appears a horizon away,
there is little comfort found
in accompanying echoes.

Drifting sticks
wail in the pitched wind,
stretched on distant recollection-
stylus of the scribe named Regret;
each flurrying breeze
turns a new page,
taking with it freshly shed tears.

Foetid droppings
of some wastrel desert vagabond
provide a vivid reminder
of how it can never be again,
to kick it away
would only contaminate
these well-worn wandering shoes.

Head facing forward
wherever the nose points
except in the back of the mind
where the oasis burbles-
each leafy frond conceals
intimate moments now buried
within the unmindful desert's gut.






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Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-04-19 at 08:26

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Great work. I love the way it switches between streams of consciousness and the surroundings.
2015-04-20


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This reminds me of the cold windswept beaches and dunes OD Sable Island. A place where countless ships have floundered.there is notion the Sable Island can reach out and grap a ship. You poem evokes this when I read it. Your wastrel vagabond is a great choice of phrase.
2015-04-19



Beautiful.
I like your work and this one has a very classic tone:)
2015-04-19