Magpie strolls this blackened carpet,
desert breakfast,
dreaming steam to whispered presence;
road-kill surge,
a gifted proposition, as lifted mirage,
collaged in drifting, dirt brushed county,
her red earth swilling flash flood bounty.
Grandma sang my cowboy night-songs,
her voice my choice to gleam in slumber,
as bed to ride
in swollen saddle,
her ring of Saturn shimmered space,
young girls
tired in universal stride,
skedaddled slide,
this journey spent
in ballad baring blush,
through northern thrust of aurora, sharing.
I crave my tongue in Coconino stone,
agate bone in storm of fossil,
petrified bottle tossed to find you,
as tree to stand, colossal,
roan rumbling home
born in years of earthen pressure,
hooves to thunder,
beating anthem
until the rings are round, and oh so rosy;
flowers falling down my canyon,
companion
called to quill tomorrow's shower
inside my arms with you, to borrow,
and swallow love, inside my lonely.
A contest entry
- PIF Contest /Word Prompt by Rowan.
800 points, ended August 18, 2008, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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You do have a way with use of structure, words, and rhythm my friend. Such sharp use of color and language. Left a strong image in my mind. Beautiful work.
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A beautiful photo...but not as beautiful as your poem.
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This is lovely, Rich. Some wonderful internal rhyme here as only you can do. So much of everything that is you and dear to you in this poem.
~ Nicolette
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