Sunday December 2, 2012 Sunday Whirl #85

 

 

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Barbada’s Pink Sand Beach Photo Courtesy:

Antiqua & Barbuda Tourism

Was it an affair to remember
Or one to forget
The loss rendered me forlorn
Unable to find my way
Lost in desire
Manic the state
Between mood and the sunny day
There was a clash
Unable to to fuse the two
The roughhewn moon
Waxed and waned
A fork in the road
Caused confusion
The drive headed west
Unsure what I would find
Upon arrival
Or if I would know
I had arrived
I searched for the pink sand
Between your fingers

85

February 18, 2011 Sunday Whirl #44

Far From Home

I nestle into my seat

Hear the whistle blow

Toss and turn — restless

Anxious for the destination

The scorched plains of the desert

Follow the shadowy canyons

Sprinkled with seeps

The landscape appears smudgy

As the heat rises

Base camp for ghosts

The blinding sun light

Creates bizarre territory

Balance hard to find

And hard to know the core

Sores appear on heels and ankles

But still I pull up boot straps

Alone in the desert

Far from home