Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Until the Desert Night Once Again Falls
By Don Iannone

The desert night gasps for air,
like a seething tornado howls after
its own coveted perfectly still center.
Acetylene stars hang in pitch black sky
like crystalline Cinderella slippers
on a black velvet evening gown.
Too petrified to blink, our eyes lock
with the night's penetrating stare.
We long for the moon, but fear
the dreams it may birth in us,
crippling reality before its first awkward step.
The dunes cry mournful tears,
like those of a mother losing her only child.
I pray that one of the camels will move,
breaking the suffocating silence,
whose razor-sharp knife cuts deep
into the very jugular of our being.
Morning comes not a moment too soon,
and again we walk
until the desert night once again falls.


floots said...

love the mood of this one
it has a wonderful stark feeling
it puts me in an almost alien landscape - like a cameo from a picaresque novel
nice one don

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Floots. I think you're description captures the poem's essence quite well.

Poetry by Kai said...

this is really excellent,don! :-]

samuru999 said...

This is such a wonderful poem Don!
I very much enjoyed it!
Hope all is well with you!
Thanks for the visit, and kind words!
Take care!


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Anonymous said...

wonderful, don!
like floots said, an almost alien feel to this one.

trinitystar said...

love this line
the dunes cried mournful tears ...

they do just that ... as they roll and tumble for they are the sands of time Don.
Wonderful poem Don just wonderful.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

This makes me even more ready for the morning!:) Great writing!

Don Iannone said...

I thank each of you for your comments. They are much appreciated. This is a dream piece containing one of my favorite images: the desert at night.

Anonymous said...

The imagery in this is delightful! I also love the solitude your poem emotes...something I treasure greatly. A few nights in such stillness would suit this one just fine. A wonderful poem Don.

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