Desert

The Daily Post prompt is: Desert.

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It stretches bleak from side to side,

Dust and arid stone shapes rising,

No heart beats in this dead wasteland.

 

No tender green to break the drabness,

No gentle blue in seas of grey,

It stretches bleak from side to side.

 

I search the skyline for trees waving,

But the wind blows, finding only

Dust and arid stone shapes rising.

 

Neon falsifies the moonlight,

No pulse throbs just engines roaring,

No heart beats in this dead wasteland.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

31 thoughts on “Desert”

      1. yes my dear. Also, the technology has done wonders as well as the biggest destruction to the city life. Just a few moments back I was thinking how we used to have dinner with family together in our childhood with no TV sets around. We had time for each other. There were no phones to keep us busy and all our time was for the living and not the gadgets..

      2. We have a new kind of traffic accident, kids walking under trams that they didn’t hear because they had their plugs in and didn’t see because they were glued to the screen of their phone.

      3. It’s happened twice in the last couple of months, both times fatal, both times the tram driver in shock, seeing it coming and not being able to do anything about it. And trams move slowly, which makes it all the more horrible.

    1. Having people walking into me on the pavement because their eyes are fixed on the screen of their phone is infuriating, but when they wander into the traffic, it’s just tragic, as you say.

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