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    dots Submission Name: .Desert Ruinsdots
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    Author: azurwarrior
    ASL Info:    44/m/SoCal
    Elite Ratio:    5.03 - 86/85/63
    Words: 62
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
    Total Views: 753
    Average Vote:    5.0000
    Bytes: 457



    Description:
       This is a piece I wrote in the desert, when my car overheated and I waited for it to cool down.I was probably in Utah.


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    dots.Desert Ruinsdots
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    It all comes down to an unknown.
    The cacti stretching hard up towards the sky,
    Know.

    The rough grass tacitly exists.
    Growing and dying.
    They know.

    The sun knows
    up to its point.

    The eagle strives.
    Doesn't know.
    Doesn't ask.

    We search for meaning,
    As part of this barren landscape.
    Because we are.
    We know we just are.




    Submitted on 2008-01-24 23:38:35     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      There is another poem in the immortal line: "I was probably in Utah."

    You reminded me that it was a desert people who found out that God is called I AM.
    | Posted on 2008-02-07 00:00:00 | by Glen Bowman | [ Reply to This ]
      What Brian said.. yeah. I can feel the movement in this one. I like reading it. I read it twice.. Lol.
    Your work is a combination of free verse and rhyme. I love that kind of poetry.

    "We search for meaning,
    As part of this barren landscape.
    Because we are.
    We know we just are."

    Again.. pure poetry... pure.
    Deluded letters that were created long ago by the ancients.. have given you insight to express your emotion the way you do. Great. You should endorse your own book of poems. <3

    5: Wow!
    | Posted on 2008-01-25 00:00:00 | by Maiku Deamon | [ Reply to This ]
      This sounds a lot like those poems that people read in front of an audience on stage with Bongo drums, and people snap at them. That's totally not a knock to the piece, because I love going to those things, they're kind of the highlight of my week at the local coffee shop. That's a little bit tangential, though.

    I like the contrast between "Know", and "Don't Know" presented by cacti and eagles, I thought that was neat, and bringing in personal connection at the end gave me a sense of audience that I don't realle get giving snaps to people on a stage.

    Wishing for more
    ~Brian
    | Posted on 2008-01-25 00:00:00 | by Imadjinn | [ Reply to This ]
      I like the ending.
    "Because we are.
    We just know we are."
    That's comforting, I just can't really explain why at the moment, but it feels like it's being spoken by an ethereal voice around me. At the beginning, the words "tacitly exist" something that is not said but understood. So they never talk about existing they just understand. Wow, I really like this idea. It seems like a little droplet of wisdom in poem form. I don't know, it makes me feel happy, I really like this. I don't know, there was no pain in this, no struggle, which sort of makes the poem almost a paradox because of the title "Desert Ruins", doesn't it. Hm... this was calming, I might add this to my favorites list.
    Be well,
    ~Azura*
    | Posted on 2008-01-25 00:00:00 | by EmpathicAya | [ Reply to This ]


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