Desert Poem by Les Derbyshire

Desert



The poet stumbles alone through the wilderness.
Parched earth burns his sandaled feet,
Dry seared eyes search and search…
For what, he does not know.
Cloudless sky holds no clue,
The sparse desert scrub offers no inspiration,
The creatures of the rock and sand have no answers
For the barren desert of the mind.

© Les Derbyshire October 2008

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