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Deserted streets
Walking along the pathway
Silence is all you hear
Tumbleweed carried by the wind
It's as if rapture occurred
Scorching sunshine
Parched lips and dry throat
What you get as a reward
Is dust-filled ear drums
As the journey draws further
All your hope bent on finding water
Energy drained away
All you could do is pray
Sanity reversed with insanity
Starting conversations with tumbleweeds
The sky wonders if you're okay
Hunger wiped your senses
Collapsing on the floor
Burying your face in the sand
All hope is lost
In this deserted land
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The poem is about a man walking along the silent streets of the desert. No one is able to come to his aid.The sunshine sends down terrible heat that makes his throat dry and parched. He also has ear drums filled with dust.
He has a long way to go and he hopes to find so!e water. He has no strength left in him. He has now gone crazy and talks to tumbleweeds. The sky is concerned about his safety. Hunger makes him delusional. He collapses on the floor, all his hope is lost on the barren deserted land.
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Geezer
Tue, 2022-10-25 08:22
I can...
almost see, the scenario being a hallucinating man, speaking to the sky, the tumbleweeds and a specter called hunger.
It could be that these are just symptoms of madness, and he hallucinates about these conditions, because he is going crazy.
The dust-filled eardrums can be about the truth he does not hear, the scorching sun in the sky, a blindness to the stark reality
of his situation and his dry throat and parched lips, can be the denial of relief and the pangs of hunger for safety, unfulfilled.
A very good piece, no matter the beginning. I see the this as an awakening. Nice job! ~ Geezer.
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Kammy O.
Tue, 2022-10-25 11:46
Thank you Sir for the
Thank you Sir for the comprehensive analysis. So gladdening!
author commentJackweb
Tue, 2022-10-25 09:15
The drought
I can envisage a persisting season of drought taking place. And that's the most uncomfortable time humanity do experience.
The beauty of poetry lie in the usage of words. Excellent!!
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Kammy O.
Tue, 2022-10-25 11:47
I appreciate you Sir.
I appreciate you Sir. Encouraging words.
author commentRosewood Apothecary
Tue, 2022-10-25 21:44
It’s a very on point poem
I read the poem which brought visions of classic Hollywood scenes and the animated cartoons of my youth. This is a desperate situation. You’ve really painted an accurate but frightening image. Some one rescues him of course because it’s ambiguous and that’s how I want it to end as a reader but I can go either way can’t it?
Nice job,
Tim
Kammy O.
Tue, 2022-10-25 23:35
Wow! Thank you so much.
Wow! Thank you so much.
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