"amid the tumbleweed"
the track runs through scrub and dry weed,
nothing fenced, nothing shaped, just a wind
that moves what it wants. I keep on,
each step a small bargain with thirst,
the day pressing on with its plain heat.
thoughts offer shortcuts, quick fixes,
but the ground stays blunt. a few creatures
hold their distance, steady in their watching,
a kind of unexpected company.
i wait for whatever comes next, not as triumph,
not as some grand turn, but as the slow work
of learning how to stand here without flinching.
and in this bare stretch, something steady
meets me—quiet, enough; held close.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 3rd, 2026 05:53
- Comment from author about the poem: A response to "The Wilderness" which is Tittu's first poem on "The Suffering Servant" a meditation cycle with piano trio, 2026.
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Comments7
Nicely done
Thanks, Friendship; much appreciated 🙏🏻🕊️
good write my friend
Thank you dear Norman🙏🏻🕊️
most welcome
Arqios, this hit me hard…the piece and that image together set the tone immediately. That solitary figure under “EXILIC POETRY” puts you right into that wandering space…and the poem carries it forward without breaking it. That quiet endurance…that lands deep. Powerful piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Many thanks dear, Tittu. My meditations are all the better because of your sharpening 🙏🏻🕊️🎹🗡️🤩
Good write A.
Thanks O 🙏🏻🕊️
Good write Tumbleweed, erm, Arqios. lol.
Tweedle Dee dum 🙏🏻🕊️
Got the smell and atmosphere of a 'wide brown land'. (That's my commentary level, anyway.)
Perhaps many love a sunburnt country 😊🙏🏻🕊️
More than perhaps, maybe...
Fine words Rik.
Andy
Thanks, dear Andy 🙏🏻🕊️
love
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