Sun dried jerky of your past
Lies heavy on the stomach-heart
Grumbles, protests, lingers
Long, long after cactus
Uprooted by a desert mountain
Has withered, blunted tines
No longer barbed
While jerky past still grumbles
Lies heavy on the stomach heart.
Lie still and watch
Lantern sun swings overhead
This banner day
Sliver moon salutes from darkened sky
Take heart. Take heart. Take heart.
Move the grumble upward to a song
To tines’ decay
Take heart take heart take heart
While dormant hidden succulents
Await return of desert mountain
Cloud burst flood
And full moon rises.
Jack Purcell, From Poems of the New Old West, copyright 2003, NineLives Press
I like this — going to reblog.
Reblogged this on Becoming is Superior to Being and commented:
Old Jules has post a great southwest poem. — Kenne
Reblogged this on patrickrasmusson and commented:
I see my actions,
In my past,
all the remains,
have no worth,
the body they came from.
by: Patrick Benedict Rasmusson
Nice. Thanks. J