Monday, July 14, 2008

I Stop On A Desert Evening

I stop on a desert evening--

Crouching on one knee, I see your city,

Street signs there I read as a child,

Their language closed and lost to me now.

I have felt banished and lonely--

Looking at the twinkling electric lights of your city;

Without a cloud in the sky,

Many times rain has overtaken me.

The cacti raise their arms and ask why?

I have no answer for them.

I turn away for the last time

And walk towards the morning and the horizon.



Sharkbuttocks said...

Foodchik say it very evocative. Me fink it kind of sad and bittersweet.

Fireblossom said...

Thanks lil Sharkbutt, and thanks to your foodchik as well. I wrote this poem as an outlet for my feelings about being rejected by my family for my sexuality.

Cynthia said...

The deep emotions line your poem,
reading of the backdrop for this
poem makes me want to cry.
You have such a knack for capturing
the heart's tears.

Fireblossom said...

Many thanks, Cynthia. That does seem to be my speciality.