by steve porter
At first, I wondered if "shifty" was a typo... then I got it. I've tumbled through that desert more than once, always losing my way. Footprints in the sand only seems to work on beaches!
Thanks, Steve.
You were clearly in the zone when you wrote it; the flow is incredibly smooth. Everything shifts, yes? :)
I really like this...
So, how DO you hold
a hurricane in a cup,
lightning in a bottle,
a phantom wind,
a tsunami tamed?
Nice work. Thanks
Glad Steve is back. Another strong poem from an excellent poet!
I love this poem. I wish my muse was as obliging.
Great work, steve.
{no therm.}
I resent the implication that camels are stupid....what does that make the rider.....other than that....wonderful poem...left me thirsty for more...thanks Steve.. ;)
*thermometer overheated in desert
...imagery. the one spot that really took my eyes in was this:
So, how DO you hold
a hurricane in a cup,
lightning in a bottle,
a phantom wind,
a tsunami tamed?
A mirage, though unreal,
still more than enough
to keep you searching
because you cannot help
how you feel.
overall this piece is very fluid......very nice......