Shards

memory of a reality,I added to, to make fiction, so I could live.

Swat,grub,berries
Rock flippers,tree back scrubbers

Cool of the dawn calf killers.
Scent fresh hounds bay
Up little McKnight, over or down

Tall in the stirrups,Head up Hats caulked...listen
A tree
Horses shoes strike rocks,over a maze of dead-falls
weaving brush n timber ,south fork ,then up up
High we stop where they bark n bay schooling below the
scent ,scratches,dark spot swaying in the pine top.

Boys young early morning, before light ride,
Now past mid day, bright eyed

pop

branches snap as it hits the ground.

Alive


Three dogs n me, a hand in each collar, one between my knees.
My two other pards loaded down the same way,
three six nine twelve of us, drug to the Bear
Boots and rocks dogs and spurs. soon going to be
just one swirling mess,
Rosie our best she breaks loose,
puts her head in his mouth,
Rifle down,
Dave pistol in hand
Steps pushing kids and dogs
right along side a full grown
mess of mistakes just action
beehive mad bullet proof head of a calf killing, dog swatt'n, clawing
Long running bear

Motion slows now in my head,
How ? Rosie flung loose flying
Me crying,pistol pop,pine flares up my nose
lichen green on granite rock

Distorted in my head ,clouded over with emotion
Pottery Black on white , Membrenos ,steep sided pots
images,of rabbits, geometric black n white
Cap on my head, skeleton canyon was way off south with Geronimo.

Skeletons we as boys found, pottery shards,
Matate, "to kill yourself", Metate a mealing stone for corn

Unwind, Unwound,we were all alive
not the Bear
the horses nostrils wide ,ear hair straight
Haunches stiff roots in the steep,their tails laid on the mountain side.

Roots let me live, Roots of how I lived,
David was his name too, thank you and your dancing Bear Mr Scott.

Author's Note

Thank you David Scott for your Dancing Bear,http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1370265/

Reviews

[John]

There's integrity in sitting tall in the saddle as opposed to the fleeting sense impressions, the shards, that don't add up to anything meaningful. The killing of the calf is probably the trigger to this crisis, but there is a sign of hope towards the end with the recognition that 'we are alive' and the horse once again embodying a vital sense of purpose. As always, the sharp physical detail pitches us right into the middle of the scene, sharing the whole gamut of sensory experiences with the speaker of the poem.

[An owl on the moon]

Such a vivid, colorful world.. an account that comes to life memories.. in the fragments of past recollections.. Beautifully voiced...

[Holly Mason]

Viewing life with a word here a thought there
Rosie flying tree back scrubbers
Pacing waiting for a story to tell
A moment in life a second in time
Holds a memory for a tale
Vivid thank you for sharing

[Frieda P]

Those shards never quite come together again as we would like, we just make them doable...I felt this one under my skin.

[Ken Simm.]

As you say shards. The skill is how you bring them together in cohesion and make them mean so much. Exceptional work.

[Sami Khalil]

So many thoughts to absorb. An inspired poem by another great poet.
Long running bear

"Motion slows now in my head,
How ? Rosie flung loose flying
Me crying,pistol pop,pine flares up my nose
lichen green on granite rock

Distorted in my head ,clouded over with emotion"

[lee von cleef]

Thank you,Sami I don't find much time to write , but am glad you stopped by, my style ,I hope like yours we both stay true, to what makes us ,us.

[Sami Khalil]

So true. We sure are...You are welcome...:)...............