Feel my desert breathing open window
where journey leaves hot asphalt
panting speed
for vapor trails of Kaibab spirit.
I curl my coming, absent wings
to calling raven observation,
my century plant, first and final flower,
cold hour peeling dust of ancient Supai reservation;
these gathered thoughts for what has passed,
when skin was tauter line of limitation,
swallowed by time
in capsule framing, one by one,
the leaves of grassland burning field
to ark in covenant...these steps less followed.
If you are sleeping too far from mother,
know that I am close to heaven,
these ghostly whispers, crying arid tongues of Nature,
calling home my last few words
I crave in rows of canyon pictographs.
I was alone
in sand-swept, swilling sea,
a castaway from someplace peaceful,
amazed that man could never touch.
But animals
were blessed to heal such hollow,
and so they come to watch my passing,
as invited guests where rim is edge;
her sacred wedge, dividing ego,
holding on to earth,
as one to fly,
and one to lie in carnal withering,
as if old pain is worth the pondering.
Author notes
options "A" and "C"
In a list
A contest entry
- If you were to die by Starz of Heaven.
625 points, ended October 25, 2008, 16 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Deeply moving, Rich. One I could easily identify with, one I understood immediately & profoundly. Congratulations on your win, dear Scribe. If I don't see ya in this world, I'll catch ya in the next, my forever Friend. 
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I think that this is just beyond amazing I love it from the first line to the last thanks for taking the time to enter my contest best wishes always be well.
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had to come back and bookmark this one
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oh.................this one made me cry...
hmmm I don't want to think of that possiblility and the animals don't either
although Heaven would be an even more beautiful place
Lynda
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