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Soothsayers Words

by Graeme Fielden

Of all that I know
And outside those bounds

You sit there knowing all
The star from above

That's you
The saviour to my dreams

A lighthouse in the desert
My parched lips scream silently for water

My throat needs the quenching
Of your words. I lie, dehydrated

A parched skeleton in your light
Leads vultures to my bones (feeds)

Writes a message in the sand
Scripting histories lost desire

Hopes lost in the desert wind
Blows away. Eyes stare in longing

The dust storm looming
Dust thrown as water

I quench my thirst
It chokes me with sand.

04/01/2003

Posted on 04/01/2003
Copyright © 2024 Graeme Fielden

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Katerina T Nix on 05/15/03 at 10:32 AM

Very beautiful. Very sad. :)

Posted by Max Bouillet on 08/29/03 at 03:46 PM

Exquisite verse. I had to get a drink after reading it. Thanks for posting.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/05/03 at 02:30 AM

Vivid imagery! My throats going dry from your words!

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