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Author Name: Adminrich53 9 Comments
Date Added: March 21, 2006 23:03:55 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The Gulch
 
 


A hot, dry wind draws wandering ripples
On my shore of soft, white sand shifting.
An unfeeling star withers the desert overhead,
Baking the final cactus blooms of spring.

Where once there played a lively stream,
Spiders and scorpions are left to thrive.
A mere lifeless wrinkle in a vast arid land, I.
Shadow of how I'm remembered, yet I'll survive.

Happy songs once played on my banks,
Decorated with wildflowers and high grass.
So much love, such balance enjoyed.
Life seeping from every sweet crevasse.

The heady pull of laughing and sparkling waters,
Scraped deeper into my essence than before.
Unfulfulled and unbridled as always they must be,
The water of life, love, continued onward to the sea.

Parched, shimmering in mid-day sun,
I long for current sweet and steadfast.
Empty my depths of dust once more.
I wait beneath this crust, should you come at last.

Snakes vie for shadow beneath a cloudless sky.
Rocks moan and break as slowly they're hewn,
By the rapid chill of approching night.
Then, wolves howl hungrily at the moon.

 

 

Author's Notes:

Just another day on the ranch. Written 3/20/06.

"Spring Creek" courtesy of Ryan Bliss - http://www.digitalblasphemy.com/
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeThe Mystic Poet on October 11, 2006 01:52:07 AM Report
Ah I can hear the wolves calling me.......as the full moon rises.......sigh......Great write.....Really can feel this write.
Comment By: FreeBruce A. Peaslee on September 18, 2006 11:06:48 PM Report
Amazing how a drought can devastate an otherwise wet area and then bring out those who thrive on "dry" land.

 

 

---Poetrydad---

Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on July 23, 2006 07:56:04 PM Report
It only goes to show how tenacious and tough life is. They say life on this planet started around poisionous lava vents at the bottom of the ocean. In your vivid description of a lifeless and bleak desert, you mention some of the many fife forms that call it home and trivee very well, thank you..:O)..I think life in the cosmos is the rule, not the exception..Life wll happen, given the slimest of chances...len
Comment By: PremiumJoe McNinney on March 24, 2006 08:49:11 PM Report
Even the barren can be beautiful! Terrific write Rich, Joe
Comment By: FreeGlata on March 23, 2006 08:28:47 AM Report
Rich, this sounds paifully beautiful...Sadly helpless...Sounds like an arid desert both in reality and in the soul. Impressive write, Rich...
Hugs and smiles...
Glata
Comment By: PremiumMary Lou Allen on March 23, 2006 01:43:00 AM Report
I am awed by your imagery, Rich. The shifting from a Florida beach to a dry Texas terrain make for original and apt metaphors for the various moods of love. If you've no objection, I'm taking this into my Favorites. Well done. ML
Comment By: FreeWilliamGoldenpen on March 22, 2006 07:26:25 PM Report
Really graphic my friend. I have been to the place you describe here, a lonely place. Then, the rains come. Excellent write.
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on March 22, 2006 09:00:07 AM Report
RICHARD
SIR, THIS REALLY GETS A TEXAS WOMAN TO PONDER SO MUCH ABOUT THIS AWESOME POEM IT REALLY HITS HOME FOR ME.. IN OUR LIVES WE HAVE SO MANY DRY SPELLS AND WONDER IF OUR LIFE WILL EVER SEE THE SHOWERS OF LOVE FALL ON OUR THIRSTY BODIES AND HEART WITH LOVE FLOWER AGAIN..?? TRUST ME ..YOUR DAY WILL COME WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT!!
HUGS MY FRIEND...SENDING YOU A PRAYER..ALWAYS LOVE YA! ~ SHE
Comment By: Freeb doneff on March 22, 2006 05:40:23 AM Report
Loved the comparison here Rich. Love can sure enough go dry, and leave hugs cracks where the water once stood..but that's why somebody up there invented rain storms, to fill it all back up again. Barbie, who loved this, and is doing a rain dance for you right now...




 


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