Here in the Desert
Only simple words,
One or two syllables—
More is less.
I have no breadth
No grand vision,
No axe to grind
Just kitchen table wisdom.
I belong to no school
No writers’ union,
I tried to join
But my heart wouldn’t.
Nobody knows me
Nobody cares,
My mentors are dead
And I’m out of fame’s glare.
I give no readings
Make hardly a noise,
But here in the desert
I've found my voice.
Well-crafted and expressed, John. Something simple yet deep about the write. Love the economy of it. Reesteemed
Thank you, Pryde - appreciate that :)