A 40-word free-verse poem for the Weekend Writing Prompt and for MLMM’s Saturday Mix: Opposing Forces. I’m really liking the Weekend Writing Prompts, especially when they are short. 🙂 My poems tend to be relatively short.
Too much time in the desert,
The drought-dry place starved of rain,
Always wondering, waiting, praying for an oasis —
Found when an act of love
Triumphs over unkind rays of hate:
It’s not a mirage, although
It may be brief.