Sahara Hearts

About the travels of the heart.

Some hearts live in lush,
fertile valleys teeming
with flowering abundance,
Blissfully unaware of
this place called desert.

In this barren expanse,
are hearts called nomads,
living life on the road
and toting heavy burdens
in their dusty old packs.

Though traveling different
roads, each seeks the same
treasure. Each seeks the
same fool's gold, distance.

They all struggle beneath
the same crushing weight,
cumbersome memories of those
left in the miles behind.

Hoping more miles will
calm the howling haboobs
that stalk them over this
angry desert, they just
keep trudging, putting
one foot over the last in
the eternal quest for
their precious distance.

Some do not seek miles, a
precious few actually long
for home, but somehow, they
only find every cruel mirage.

Author's Note

I am open for title suggestions.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

how about mmmmmmmmmm The Hobo or No Escape or Trudging the Distance :) i enjoyed this very straight forward poem with easy to imagine deserts and valleys of life .... i actually met a man who lived always in the lush valleys .. he told me he felt guilty because nothing "bad" had ever happened to him nor his family ... he got the job; two great kids, wonderful wife .. never worried about food shelter nor clothing ... i didnt know what to say to him about that ... i hope he is still OK :)
E.

[Emily B]

your poetic abilities have grown by leaps and bounds over the years, this is excellently sculpted