Searching a sunset of promises
embroidered within his soul
dark clouds manifesting dancing
with the midnight sun
thunder in the distance roaring
his horse shuffled along
crossing the Texas plain.
Headed for an old ghost town.
from his guns he would refrain.
He could still hear
sweet magnetic words calling
as he drifted in the desert
trailing his heart;
would she be waiting
his beautiful woman so fair?
In tune with her spirit
and hopes she would be there.
Inside his saddle bags
precious faded words of love
held his emotions together;
loud whispers avalanche's tragic
memories to migrate bold.
Passion was not first choice
but the fire in his soul.
Just over the mountain
astonished by a thriving town
railroad cars and people
riding; into what is now a city.
Tears in his green eyes
realizing he had grown old.
Directed to her grave he left his
heart, twelve roses of gold.
embroidered within his soul
dark clouds manifesting dancing
with the midnight sun
thunder in the distance roaring
his horse shuffled along
crossing the Texas plain.
Headed for an old ghost town.
from his guns he would refrain.
He could still hear
sweet magnetic words calling
as he drifted in the desert
trailing his heart;
would she be waiting
his beautiful woman so fair?
In tune with her spirit
and hopes she would be there.
Inside his saddle bags
precious faded words of love
held his emotions together;
loud whispers avalanche's tragic
memories to migrate bold.
Passion was not first choice
but the fire in his soul.
Just over the mountain
astonished by a thriving town
railroad cars and people
riding; into what is now a city.
Tears in his green eyes
realizing he had grown old.
Directed to her grave he left his
heart, twelve roses of gold.
Author notes
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Picture Prompt
A contest entry
- PhantomsAngel87's -Picture Prompt- #1 by Manda Kathryn.
600 points, ended January 21, 2008, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Ghost towns, Gunfighters, Train robbers... by kidwithgun.
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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aww such a such ending
it was beautiful, you're so good with imagery! its like im there
totally fab hun im so adding you to my faves now hehe


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Love it, Great
You did a great job with this poem. I love everything about it. the way it was wriiten. I loved every line. you told a great and wonderful story. Keep up the great work.

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I love it.
The ending was a surprise but that is what made it really special. I enjoyed it from beginning to end. Great job.

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wonderfully sad
Great story line novy, had me all the way. Your images just keep coming at the reader. You accoumplished alot in this tale in poetic form of the old west. It would make a great song. Country/western.

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wonderful imagery throughout this piece...a sad story of love and lost love. A thoroughly enjoyable read.
Rory -
i am very impressed by this. very nicely done. you should do well in this contest. thank you for entering.


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Oh, my heart is in love with this

Speechless in this beauty
.♥.
Thank you for your entry
Best of luck
Stay safe
~Manda
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OMG ~~~ I love your opening line, it pulled me right on in.
This piece could be written into a movie.
And the ending was breathtaking.
Loveandblessings2u & yours always
Joyce
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Still a wonderful piece
G'Momma
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loving feelings you have captured here. western, my favorite, riding on the range, love that, born in the country, can relate to the written words.

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Beautifully written with such a sad tale for the heart. A love that has past before its' time. May the roses bless the union once known between this couple in love. Possibly they will reunite again some day in heaven. Good luck in the contest.

Ted E

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There is the land and the man brought quickly into focus. There is the love and the heart that carries it and you show how true the heart is and how molded by the land the man that carries it. In the end, no matter how great the love, how strong the man, how pure both are --
life changes and time goes on.
You show this beautifully with nice spare use of language, strong imagery and a subtle sense of metaphor applied for foundation but not over emphasised. Very well done.
Love, Tom B.

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That's the most beautiful Western poem I've ever read. You captured the spirit of the lonesome cowboy perfectly. He's lost all his love, and he's lost all his life, so he rides hid faithful horse slumped over, the pain in his heart weighting him down.
No one can ever pure him, no one can ever cure him...he is what he is, a lonesome cowboy.
Great write, and wonderful imagery.
Brazos

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wow .. that was beautiful. love the comparisons and descriptions of how the person was feeling.
there were a few minor errors you may want to fix:
** as he drifted in the dessert [should be "desert"]
** Headed for a old ghost town. [should be "AN"]
** from is guns he would refrain. [should be "HIS"] -
Wonderful. The present-tense is really captivating, and the end made me all teary. This is just beautiful.


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Wow, you penned this in such sadness G'momma, but I know you are so talented and created the perfect imagery for this prompt. Great job and good luck.
Lady♥

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So much sadness! Here I's like to suggest "embroidered within soul" to ad word a, hers, his, mine or something of that sort. Ownership of soul is missing.
hence it says embroidered within (his) soul which is
is thought to incorporate the inner essence of each living being. This is just what I feel. It is a wonderful and rich tale. I enjoyed it a lot.
Rose

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i don't usually like country poems but i like this one because of the sadnes
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