Thursday, January 12, 2012

The Mojave Desert, My Love Comments

Rating: 5.0

Every morning I wake I see you through my window,
Hot, unforgiving, mysterious, and so beautiful.
As I lie here in my bed, I hear your call in my head.
The call to the washes, and the canyons, and the creosote bushes,
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Juan Olivarez
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Cowboy Ron Williams 06 November 2022

Five stars for this wonderful poem, and to my favorites list.

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Carly Cain 24 October 2012

What a beautiful poem! Great job. I am a freshman in high school and my passions are writing and the desert. I've been to the Mojave once, and we are going back this Spring.

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Smoky Hoss 22 January 2012

This is great Juan, I hope someday I may go there and see it for myself. Thanks for the vision.

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Claudia Krizay 13 January 2012

Juan, this is a beautiful poem. I have never been to the Mojave Desert but your poem REALLY makes me want to go there! Especially the line about no jackhammers, no horns blowing, no people talking- I love sounds of nature and dislike cacophonous noise like jackhammers and horns blowing and a lot of the time I just want to be part of nature and not hear people talking. your poem is picturesque in a most beautiful way and I think if I went to the Mojave desert, I would fall in love with it too, because of the way your poem describes it- excellent write, from the heart. Thanks for sharing this one- Claudia

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