To sit on white stone in the Simpson Desert and watch dark clouds forming,
Washes doubt and fear away, for this is the place where love waits for its time,
The heat and the pain have no place at night as they do in the morning.
The parrots can finally fly and desert creatures can perform their mime.
And as the Australian outback sits down and begins its screaming,
The soft black men come together and light a fire in grief,
They speak of the kangaroo and the long walk from their dreaming,
They turn the logs for love is a burning whose warmth lies beneath.
Misery falls from an old man's eyes but his son grins with delight,
For he can hear the singing and see in the distance the faces being made,
His black brothers paint their faces and dress in feathers of white ,
For there is a moment when the heart forgets to be afraid.
With heads held high they walk back to their camps and wait for the dawn,
Knowing how to dance at night they fear not the coming of the white sky in the morn.
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Love is a burning whose warmth Lies beneath
How freaking cool is that certainly does that for me sometimes and I’m guessing whoever reads this he’s gonna find several phrases in there that are automatically attached to episodes that they’re familiar with. This is great writing my friend.
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Written with care and feeling this fine poem brings me to the location. Some great lines are contained in this work of art. "the place where love waits for its time" "The long walk from their dreaming" "They turn the logs for love is a burning whose warmth lies beneath" Even the title is a great line. The rhyme pattern melts into this poem and is covered by the imagery and great lines. Although never having been there I feel that I have
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A differing rain however the variance of method, for myself a ‘poetic corroboree’ online in what could be deemed as a digital desert of sorts in some areas. Forgive the tangent, tracing a parallel of visualisation.
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A fine write David.
Thank you mi amigo
This is first class work on a worthy subject. Nice phrasing and imagery.
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lovely poem...no words to describe the impact it had..
Thank you
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