
Photo: Ofir Asif
Walk about
The quiet earth
Where water used
To rush.
Meander in
The silent dunes
That nestle elder
Paths.
Wander into
Times long past
That witnessed nature’s
Wrath,
And let the calm
Like ancient balm
Seep through your
Whole
Into your soul,
To nourish you
With hush.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Meander in 47 words
That is stunning.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Gorgeous!
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Xoxo!
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Na’ama Y’karah,
Stellar verse. Love it.
Shalom,
Rochelle
https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/05/05/weekend-writing-prompt-meander/
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High praise from you, Rochelle! I am humbled! 🙂 Thank you! Na’ama
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I felt the sand beneath my feet. Simply delightful.
Mine’s called ‘Meandering’
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Thanks, Keith! Aren’t these places anciently enticing and so real they seep into our very DNA?
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Hopping over to read yours!
Na’ama
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What a beautiful poem. I especially liked the line: Meander in
The silent dunes
That nestle elder
Paths.
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Thank you! 🙂
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