The day the sand dunes withdrew

There is a space that is never filled...a void where all the darkness flows. That is where alone resides.

it is

dense as fog at two a.m. in fresno

and

arid as parched tongues in sahara

here

 

within this myriad miles of void

empty sand stitched patchwork

like honeyed fingers of

such an arresting nothing

 

solitude with his southern diction

(wily one) 

 is ever present in this sting of tumbleweeds

he kicks his seductive heels up

pulling his hat brim low

takes a rough hand in

drawing long and slow on his fine cigar

smoke swirls seep this bluegrass wind

his stern lips of retribution pursed 

 

the smooth croon from his acoustic

drifts like heavy nostalgia

breaking her like cracked up roots

onto the sweat stained earth

gathering to the suffering

 of forgotten....

seldom in rememberance of....

and eyes that never will forget

 

here is the realm she travels

like regret and naked feet

to his magnetic and vagrant beat

 

Reviews

[Forest Green]

Driving south from Fresno offers some of the best desert riding imaginable; the road is flat, the wind sometimes objectionable, the sand soul-stealing, and the sunshine incredibly arrogant...through it all man is it fun...!!

Your poetic insight is amazing...!

Excellent...!

[Rikkevi Rue]

Whoa. Your poetry is like some finely aged whiskey, the recipe and formula for which has been lost...and each bottle becomes more precious as the last bottle comes ever closer...of course due to the highly intoxicating character we never conceive the end, and so look back with a wistful yearning for at least just another glass...

so here I sit, and sip with a nostalgic pang. You read like a familiarly poignant favored memory, though disturbing in effect your writing is somehow comforting. Like real life you pain as you joy. Such talent

[Glen Yumang Manese]

This work just flow with imagery...
as I read down the passage of this one...
you create the mood and the site for us....
...and we just follow along the lines..

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid descriptive poem...Thank you for sharing...:)..................

[Potter]

Such a poet you are. Your words dazzle.

[Christie Moses]

thank you much

[Potter]

Are you new here?

[Christie Moses]

no, just haven't been around in a while.

[Potter]

Welcome back.

[Leslie Philibert]

Good poem with a real kind of American feeling, a sort of lyrical road movie,a good tempo.Love the last line.

[David Michael]

Again, I really enjoyed this. I often have a hard time with this type of poetry. So unsure of its meaning; it's more a wash of emotion, like I feel when playing or listening to music. What better way to broaden my horizons than on a desert dune, alone with Solitude? :) Thanks for the read!

[L]

powerful imagery... I'd be inclined to nix the similes and go for the full metaphors (ie remove the 'like' eg 'like cracked up roots', often more emotive and take the reader in deeper. Great write

[Tate Morgan]

A nostalgic feel I think you seem to have a demeanor all your own bravo

[Devons]

Ironically, alone with solitude -- because here 'he' has a face; so not so alone when one puts it into words. Interesting...but irrelevant. This is a mysterious and evocative work of imagery which bears fruit in feeling. And from a subject which has no definitive persona of its own is created the personification of that feeling. An achievement in itself when trying to convey that subjective feeling to others. A barren landscape from a Spaghetti Western - but without the spaghetti.

[Christie Moses]

Was going back rereading some of these comments and just had to say thanks for the insight in this one. :)

[Devons]

My pleasure! ;)

[Jeremy Baker]

I could picture the Duke as Solitude, disappearing into the sunset with this one. Great imagery.