01.24.08
…desert…
Desert
Sage brush! Mile after mile,
Quiet in the sun, and shimmering;
Ever in the sun, ever shimmering!
The long low mountains
Seem to crouch beneath the heat,
And the earth, dried to a powder,
Is strewn with choked brown grass.
Ants burrow in the ground
And live on things that perish here.
Stream beds are dry, beaten paths
Of rabbits and sage coyotes
That for keen thirst run the full length
Of each ravine, and fall at last
As did one here whose bones lie scattered,
White as snow beneath the sun.
God, the waste! the quivering waste!
Where things grow up to die!
(P. Roy Brammell)
This poem tells you about the desert, just as it is.
A hard place where you are forced to listen to God’s voice
When there is no way further in life…the desert will show the way.
TristonJ said,
Januarie 24, 2008 at 9:37 vm
pragtig René! en so waar.
Zee said,
Januarie 24, 2008 at 10:25 vm
Hierdie laat my dink aan ‘n foto waar die pa op die strand loop en sy seuntjie in sy voetspore probeer trap, maar dan spoel die see die spore weg.
Marinda said,
Januarie 24, 2008 at 12:36 nm
Sjoe julle haal darem uit en wys.
Die stukkie oor die woestyn is onstellend waar maar mooi.
Waar kry julle al die goed? Of is dit ‘n geheim.
Dankie nogmaals
mykopop said,
Januarie 24, 2008 at 12:44 nm
Desert sand between my toes, ek sê? Baie mooi gedig.
sonkind said,
Januarie 24, 2008 at 3:48 nm
Dis baie mooi, René. Veral die foto met daardie mooi woorde.