hopi dolls (morning after eve in NM)

Post by **justwalt** » February 1st, 2009, 5:16 pm

dawn was a light sleeper,
so it was the heat of the morning
that woke me... this time...
I rolled over to welcome
a burning pain,
quick looks across the
sand, and...
a bruised and bloody rib,
...it was something real, the
night visitor...

I looked for sign as I
packed my bedroll...
nothing sure, but the used
skin of a snake, blown in
the easterly wind...odd

peaks over my shoulder as I
walked back toward the highway,
nothing still...
traffic looks good though
as I thumb the gawkers...

a loud junker stops, great,
this won't get me far...but
inside, three dolls, hopi women...
two daughters and their mother

as we ride, I tell them about
my night in the field...they laugh,
I don't, then mother asks, why...
...why would I sleep in that field...
when there is a bull in there?
they laugh again,
I don't...
fifty miles later, I say goodbye...
they give me a large soda bottle,
filled with water,
and I thumb the gawkers again...

wgs
2/1/09

Post by **Lightning Rod** » February 1st, 2009, 5:32 pm

fine poem, walt

good story and good images
immediate and visceral

Post by **justwalt** » February 1st, 2009, 5:35 pm

funny shit happens on the road
thanks

Post by **mtmynd** » February 1st, 2009, 10:30 pm

last time or first time..?

desert voodoo... something nameless.

Post by **justwalt** » February 1st, 2009, 10:35 pm

first tour at age 17....9 months long 8,000 miles

the two accounts are one, evening and next morning

Post by **mtmynd** » February 2nd, 2009, 12:16 am

never forgotten. made a powerful impression on you. made for good poetry if nothing else... unless you're into metaphysics or ...? then the memories would be beneficial, reckon?

Post by **justwalt** » February 2nd, 2009, 12:22 am

the bull made an impression on my ribcage that night...
I was asleep in a field in NM, I actually scared it away,
even though I couldn't see it......

...to the bull, I must have looked like a giant worm,
(standing in my sleeping bag),...but it was a trip...

Post by **mtmynd** » February 2nd, 2009, 1:29 am

hah! bulls have a way about them that's not easy to ignore.

btw - good poem... lot of heart.

Post by **justwalt** » February 2nd, 2009, 2:00 am

am writing part 3....again in NM
gimme 20 minutes...

Post by **SmileGRL** » February 2nd, 2009, 3:14 pm

....the return of the giant worm...heh. walt, this could be a movie. voodoo meets roadtrip. muchly enjoyed

Post by **justwalt** » February 2nd, 2009, 3:27 pm

I'm just glad no one saw me-haha

Post by **goldenmyst** » February 3rd, 2009, 10:21 pm

Walt this installment of your series made for heady reading. Confronting a bull sounds like a harrowing experience. You did the experience justice with your poetic talent.

John

Post by **justwalt** » February 3rd, 2009, 10:23 pm

It was so dark that night, I didn't know what it was,
but it went away, and I went back to sleep...

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hopi dolls (morning after eve in NM)

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