The Desert

A Poem By Micheala // 2/3/2011

The wind did howl and cry

But a creature made of sand and stone stood

And Called with a human voice, "come back, come back"

not a man and yet with a mans form

the desert spirt set off to find....HER

for he was...in love and had felt the touch of destiny

The people he passed thought him a desert bandit

so they grew quiet when he passed and would not tell where she had gone

So threw the dunes he swept like a banshee

over hills and dales to find

her

Comments

What do ya think?

At the moment I think its starting to go to mushy. What about you?

Micheala | Sun, 02/27/2011

Well...

I wouldn't go so far as to say 'mushy', though it definitely lacks some of the intensity of the previous parts. The story is shaping up to be very interesting, indeed! Post more soon, please?

Mary | Mon, 02/28/2011

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Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!

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