Book Of The Calm 13. The Desert Dreamer Poem by Pheko Motaung

Book Of The Calm 13. The Desert Dreamer



The desert dreamer comes
Sailing out of a sea of
A desert of rough sea sand
And he carries a scar on his
Dreamy face and he scowls down
on me and I think to myself
What an ugly being the desert
Dreamer turns out to be! And
That's when he turns his sandy
Charm on me and I must rethink and
Say what a magical being the
Desert dreamer turns out to be!
And that's when the desert
Dreamer robs me of what
He wants and deserts me with
A moan that reverberates deep
Into the heart of my arid soul

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Elna Nel 08 June 2012

I love this outstanding poem!

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Reitz.Republic Of South Africa
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