the red sky heralds a sand storm. Beautiful sand dunes shaken by the wind sand swirling spinning madly whirling round and round stinging my eyes feeding me.. rummaging through my hair.. almost blowing my clothes away.. trying to lift me off my feet.. I stand my ground I stand on sand...
Oh my goodness Yassy This is stellar!!!
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Thank you , sweetness.
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Most welcome lovely
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😘
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The last two lines are very powerful.
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Thank you , Harry.
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Oh lovely! I had been to a desert safari recently so I can very well relate to it 🙂
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Did you write about it ?
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Oh no…just got busy with kids during vacations and forgot to do it…but your post reminded me of that 🙂
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Yeah. Take care.
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This is very good, Yassy.
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Thank you, Robbie.
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I like it. Felt I was standing in the storm myself. Succinctly written.
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Thank you, Ibrahim.
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I can see it…and feel it! Nicely done!
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Thank you.
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Beautiful poetry!
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Thank you, Nic.
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Pure and simple but beautiful poetry. You take me to the Sahara desert through this piece. Shows that one need not rhyme for poetic prowess. Take a bow!
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Thank you.
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And are we standing or levitating within the storm at the end 😉 very evocative Yassy!
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Thanks , Sherif.
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I’m glad you are standing your ground. That storm sounds wild.
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Thank you
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waaaao
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I’m posting this comment on behalf of Sight at sight11.wordpress.com. He wanted me to let you know that his comments aren’t being posted on others’ blogs and are, for some strange reason, going to bloggers’ spam folders. So please check your WordPress spam folder for comments from Sight and make them as not being spam. Thanks.
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No, I get his comments on my comments section. If he has a problem, he has to contact WP.
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Lovely write Yassy dear, I read that and automatically thought of miles and miles of Red Sand and thought about how free one feels out there. Desert Storm also represents freedom for some countries as it stands now.
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Thank you ! You saw so much in this poem. You have an amazing vision.
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You are so welcome and it’s you with the amazing vision. It’s easy to construct a monument when then blue prints are elementary.
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That is so nice of you.
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💞💞🌹
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Yassy, as always you have good poems.
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Thank you, Daisy Mae. Your name comforts me.
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Thank You. Never been told that before. Daisy Mae is my cat’s name. I thought it a good fit for my site name and my real name is Crystal.
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Crystal is so nice a name. Pure.
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Thank You.
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Welcome
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Yassy, your poetry and your support is a great inspiration. Keep up the magic!
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That is so nice of you , thank you.
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Are you now getting my comments?
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Yeah. I never had any problem!
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But I commented and all disappeared.. I ask Fandango to tell you. That Saint guy like me always check spam folder. My earlier comments must have went to your spam folder. Strange I can now post like before. I wrote a Help post hoping everyone would understand..
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But I am getting your comments.
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You are getting them today.. For the last two days, I posted them and they disappeared. Gods punished me as Calliope, you gave me title of Apollo.. I told you a less learned cannot instruct.. He can only follow.. I was so worried with your poem last line that I commented.. But the concern never went through..
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You tell the Wp team if you have problems.
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I already did.. But it was later when Fandango posted that my comments were getting to Spam.. That I contacted Akismet.. I than realised.. That someone before approval must have marked my comment as Spam.. I was only commenting on the post material.. And thinking maybe there is a problem from my end..
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Well, all is well. I sometimes do not get posts on my reader from the people I follow. We just have to bear with it, I guess. Anyways , I hope your week goes well!
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I also hope that.. I will discuss about the post.. But later especially the last line, “I stand on sand”. It was chilling.. Imagine reading the post and thinking Sand as an unforseen event (or time, future unexpected) which can destroy your current chain of events(again, time but present) but cannot break your will.. And than the dreaded revelation.. I stand on Sand.. I will not say what i interpret from that.. It will be embarrassing.. But i will give a hint (time, something in past)..
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I’d like that. It’s interesting to read you.
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Don’t tell me It started all over again and my comments are disappearing..
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It’s ok now.
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Excellent and vivid poetry yassy.
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Many many thanks, Davy.
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Excellent write. I can feel the wind and sand in my own hair through your descriptiveness (is that a word?). Thanks for sharing ☺♥
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Thank you, Phil! Descriptiveness is a word, I think. Yes, it is.
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A SENSE-sational write, Yassy…I’ve never been in a sandstorm but felt the grit and sting of it whirling around me…and your final lines add depth!
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Thank you so very much , Lynn. Take care, my friend.
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My pleasure to read your poetry. Blessings to you!
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Peace and blessings. I am so blessed to have you reading my work.
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