The Poetry Bus is being driven by Chris at Enchanted Oak this week. She has asked for:
Poems that address your existence on this earth. Good, bad, or indifferent, tell us something, anything, about your life here.
I am too beat right now to compose...I present as my bus ticket and for your reconsideration the very first "Sundays with LC" offering (Getting to know me):
The Desert, I
By Lemuel Crouse
The barren desert of my heart lies scorched
beneath a soulless sun. Now burnt, what love
grew there is dust, blown to and fro on winds,
once friends. By them I am now pushed away.
A famine dry and fierce once pierced my veins.
That drinker, dark and lusty in his thirst,
too deeply drank from teeming pools of life
and sucked away my future. I am dead
or dormant, which I may not learn ’til, ’wake,
I spring from sun-bleached bed or, dead, I rise
no more. If I but sleep, then why can I
not dream? If dead, can I not hope to be
reborn? I do not dream. I cannot hope.
Sous le soleil sans âme je suis, je reste...
Photo from http://www.usnews.com/science/articles/2009/11/05/mystery-of-the-mojave.html
14 comments:
I do not dream. I cannot hope...
Beautiful despair...
Bug, do you know this guy? You always leave such nice notes.
I was tickled to see the photo credit names the Mojave desert. I lived a while there, found some beauty, silence, and awful conditions.
Like Bug, you hit me in the heart with that final line. I don't mean the French one, of which I recognize only the sun and I am. I mean the other line. I've felt exactly that way and not known how to say it.
"Under the sun without a soul I am, I remain…"
Thanks Chris!
I hear a plaintive cry for some kind of peace ........
Reminds me a bit of Hamlet, though the desert metaphor is beautifully realised. Well structured and condensed.
Quite right, Peter! I often have bits of Shakespeare running around in my head...the curse of a liberal arts education, I fear.
Very sad, and I hope only one desert experience in your life. I guess we all have them at some time. I like the literary allusions.
Just the one, Karen, but it was one hell of a desert experience.
pretty desolate, but like bug says there's a lot of beauty in there too
Powerful stuff, LC, CL or whomever you are! This has a real "Hamlet" quality for me. (That's good, by they way.)
Kat
This has a dark biblical/sci-fi feel to it. Nice. Now, excuse me, while I go get a nice tall glass of water...
Tis thirsty worl alright, but well done!
lingering piece.
lovely imagery.
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