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Aufie Zophy

Freshman - 1,180 Points (18 October 1964)

Y/. A Tough Ride


As a traveller I have enjoyed time and again
The green leafy woods and shady paths therein
But this time, there were no woods in my sight
A travel through the desert seemed to be my plight

The heat was excruciatingly hot
My camel moved but speed, it knew not
Every movement, even my breathing
Seemed to make heat exceedingly seething

Every day I met an oasis, sometimes even two
The shade was great and there was fresh water too
I wanted to stop and stay for long
But me and my camel just kept going on

While in the oasis I wanted to think and write and pray
Something quite impossible in the desert heat by day
But my short time there was mostly consumed by sleep
Also quite impossible in the middle of the heat

How I longed to change the desert for the green and leafy woods
How I wanted to enjoy the shadiness and its lovely fruits
Even the savannah was something often on my mind
A trip through there seemed already amazingly kind


I knew that one day the trip through the desert would end
Just for now in the desert I was stuck with the camel as my friend
There was no clear purpose, no real basis
Just traveling in the heat from oasis to oasis

After 6 weeks of sand and sand and heat
The border of the desert did I meet
Now I am truly back in the green and leafy woods
Enjoying my journey on the grassy paths and all their goods

Submitted: Monday, November 04, 2013
Edited: Saturday, December 21, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

21.12.2013:
I think i owe some explanation of this poem:
the heat represents the sharp pain of a fractured shoulder;
the short periods that I found a position in which it was not painful were like oases in a desert of pain.

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  • Rookie - 138 Points Spiritual Seeker (1/1/2014 11:57:00 AM)

    In the desert I rise
    Stars my companion and guide
    Chilly night wind my music
    Horizon my imagination
    This last drop of water..my treasure!

    Beautiful write my friend...just recovered from my long illness. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 71 Points Yasmeen Khan (11/25/2013 7:32:00 AM)

    Very descriptive, I was transported to the place and after all there was grassy land. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,867 Points Patricia Grantham (11/21/2013 7:54:00 AM)

    A tough ride indeed it was to be in the sweltering heat
    that had no mercy. The camel as your only friend and
    means of travel. Glad you did not see any mirages. We
    always had a saying beat the heat. You didn't beat it
    you joined it! Good write I like it. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,503 Points Valerie Dohren (11/14/2013 2:06:00 PM)

    The desert is not a good place to be, either the geographical ones or those of the mind. Great write, enjoyed reading. Don't know if a metaphor was intended, but it works with one. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 67 Points Rekha Mandagere (11/4/2013 9:58:00 AM)

    Great imagination goes on spontaneously.Nice picture of life's jouney is here. Wonderful rhyming scheme. I must give 10 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 107 Points David Wood (11/4/2013 8:10:00 AM)

    I once went through the Negev desert on a camel called Golda. Your poem reminded me of that time. Lovely poem. (Report) Reply

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