My latest original five-line poem. One of those ones where I get fixated on a word, like “oasis” here, and try to formulate a poem around it. I typed out an entire five-line poem, and then deleted it. I like this one better.
When the Oasis Is Gone
i splashed in her oasis for a time — frolicking, one could say — until i
became content in the waters, forgetting from whence they came;
and then, it was gone. hellhole, inferno, chaos, these seem insufficient
to describe what it is like without you, without your waters at my shore.
a word for drowning in an arid pit, where even the cacti wither.