The Colorado drifter, Forgetting Rose

The Sun stretch forth its long arm into the valley

where the pens hold the human breath

the wheels turn along the Arkansas

the humanness felt the loneliness within

 

As the water rumble on its way

the lightning does flash

like dreams of yesterday

just a loud burst of thunder, it seemed

 

The mind and the heart

do get twisted

for the warmth of a woman it does desire

but the dark blades and pain remain

 

For some no longer play

the harp of the heart

for the sorrow

outplayed that seed

of life game

 

like a tumble weed

rolling rolling

to fill the emptiness

of the soul

 

Head for the Phantom Canyon

where the rain takes the dust way

North to where the gold mine play

the gambler has been hung, so breath travel alone

Reviews

[Jim Pike]

I enjoyed the contemplation of this poem; fun to read.