illusionary safe havens
bulleted cars crawl on desert road
headlamps shining
motors purring silently
powered by a sun
hidden past the dunes
old soldiers march in the rear
in light camouflage
carrying rifles and canteens
their breath visible while
chanting in the cool air
twenty thousand miles overhead
satellites pick up chatter and
transmit to the other side
resting comfortably
somewhere near the water
like a wine connoisseur
star-studded aficionados
select bombs from a list
packaged and activated
and released from a carrier
morning sun cast shadows
stretched across the desert
etching out new roads
and offering new hopes of
finding refuge near the red sea
october two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
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Wow. What a scene you paint! I especially liked the last two stanzas and these lines:
“like a wine connoisseur
star-studded aficionados
select bombs from a list”
thank you so very much
Very nice, have to echo the above comment. Those lines jumped out at me as well.
the playing field is and always has been anything but level – thank you once again for your comments
Just brilliant! !!!
I’m thrilled you think so, thank you very much, Ms. Daquin.
You are most welcome Mr Waters, your writing is very beautiful ♡
absolutely love the last verse, beautiful poetry! I love the imagery that you create with your words!
Thank you for much for your lovely comments, Neha.