Monday, December 14, 2015

Mimi-Mona Poetry: Swallowing A Widespread Carpet of Burnt Umber and Sienna



©Swallowing A Widespread Carpet of Burnt Umber and Sienna
Mimi Wolske
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Is there a way to swallow
the sands of the desert
without becoming the desert?

A habob storms in, runs away.
Your footsteps are no longer
seen; the feel of you beside
me suddenly disappears...
Left are the dust devils
carrying your memory.

After years, it was your
spirit I let inundate me.

Now when the wind picks up,
I feel the grit of the desert dust
and swallow the sounds before
I sink into the widespread
carpet of burnt umber and sienna.


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