A Prince of Dust


No simple cloud, my veils
arise: I am haboob!

Wrapped in the ruins 
of a thunderstorm, my shadow 
rushes to blind you; hide from haboob!

After the downburst, tumult; winds 
fly north, south, east, west, seize up silt, 
grit, clay. Rover, ravager of your desert lands, 
I’ll paint my name in dust: Haboob!

I’ll raid arid Iraq, scoop up Sahara sands, sip 
from the dust bowls of Alice, ride 
the shift of summer heat, muffle 
your Arizona plains. Here, 
at your door, haboob!

. . . . .

Poet: Alex Josephy
Source: Wikipedia: haboob
Process: Remix

2 thoughts on “A Prince of Dust

  1. 🙂 That’s ok, Ravitte. Glad to share some tastes. Even the name of haboob is irresistible, isn’t it?! And I too was so pleased to find that publicly available picture. I like your poem too – our two approaches cpmplement each other, I think.


  2. Sorry, Alex, I did not see your poem until after I posted mine. I thought it was so lucky that the picture I chose was already available at the database! It is interesting to see similarities and differences to same subject. We seem to share some tastes.

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