Ellen Shaw


Calling Me to The Desert


In the desert sand lifts
And swirls
A violent storm
Forming my name
To be whispered across the continents
Golden sand
No! it's golden money
Calling me to the desert

Nothing thrives
Nothing grows
Perhaps my relationships will die
Once I'm living in the desert

The blue sky holds
All of the promises like clouds
they'll cushion me
The sun burns down
And the women hide behind swathes of black
Forbidden, forgotten
Yet as a woman I am being
Called towards the desert

Nothing thrives
Nothing grows
Perhaps my beating heart will die
Once I'm living in the desert

Bedouins keep moving
Enough to quench their thirst
Camels, oasis
Princes and Arabian nights
Princesses locked in the palace
Duty bound and restricted
Like a nurse being
Called towards the desert

Nothing thrives
Nothing grows
Perhaps my very self will die
Once I'm living in the desert

Submitted: Monday, July 30, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, July 31, 2012

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I have a job offer. I have accepted. What am Ileting myself in for?

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  • Freshman - 1,723 Points Kevin Patrick (8/2/2014 3:47:00 PM)

    Extremely imaginative and evocative language, it really comes to life, as human beings we are forced with the realization that we have choices to make, these choices can frighten us but they can also liberate us and give us freedoms greater then anything in the animal kingdom, a desert is world in which life is premature, but their is always an oasis where pockets blossom, find those pockets and you may blossom yourself. The choice is yours (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,467 Points Babatunde Aremu (8/2/2013 4:41:00 AM)

    Desrt life is challenging and uncomfortable. However, one could find fulfilment in the desert if we commit our duties to mankind and God. May you find joy as you traverse in that desert attending to human needs (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 262 Points Jack Growden (8/2/2013 1:36:00 AM)

    PLEASE READ MY COLLECTION! ! I am a young, aspiring poet. Feel free to rate and comment on my pieces. Thanks, Jack Growden (Report) Reply

    Rookie - 369 Points Stephen W (8/2/2014 5:34:00 PM)

    Pack it in, pal.

  • Rookie - 776 Points Jasbir Chatterjee (8/6/2012 12:27:00 AM)

    Quite a heart-versus-mind situation, I must say. Follow your heart, Ellen, but only when it is not self-destructive. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,460 Points Bernard Snyder (8/4/2012 11:57:00 PM)

    Well Ellen, I for one hopes you won't fade once you've arrived at the desert because then we won't be able to enjoy any more sensational writes' like this. I really enjoyed this. Thank you for sharing such a lovely poem! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 13 Points Hunter Hunters (8/2/2012 2:21:00 AM)

    Ellen, am sad but people don't die when take good care of themselves. As a nurse I hope you will take care. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 858 Points Thomas A Robinson (7/30/2012 9:37:00 PM)

    it will be a life changing experience.Welcome it, embrace it, if you don' you'll regret it the rest of your life (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sandra J. (7/30/2012 7:36:00 PM)

    Intriguing imagery, nicely penned ideals of loneliness finding a way to dreams In the desert. (Report) Reply

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