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eve on new mexico
Posted: February 1st, 2009, 3:07 am
by justwalt
with no warning, no voice
heavy steps announced its
presence, my sleep ruptured
blood flushing, I rise
quickly, spirit wounded
already by...
alone, I and... it has
no image, no shadow, but
that sound...
again, closer,
solid and heavy, even
in the desert sand...
that sound... that...
I will run, I turn to look
it steps again...
the pitch black night,
the highway... too far to...
it approaches, eyes strain
but only blackness,
no choice, I charge it!
it abates...
I bleed, but........silence...
...I,
exhausted,
rest
wgs
2/1/09
Posted: February 1st, 2009, 3:13 am
by hester_prynne
Whoa!
The creative writing room is HOT tonight.
This one made me sweat.
Write on!
H
Posted: February 1st, 2009, 3:16 am
by justwalt
much thankz
sleep sucks
Posted: February 1st, 2009, 3:26 am
by Doreen Peri
dynamic! nice!
you're a talented writer
my plan is to paint my way out of insomnia
unfortunately, i may never get to sleep this way
but that's another poem
Posted: February 1st, 2009, 8:47 am
by Nazz
dreaming of new mexico, wondering how it came to be called that.
Posted: February 1st, 2009, 10:21 am
by justwalt
it wasn't a dream,
I was there,
it occurred
31 years
ago-
thanks too, DP
Posted: February 2nd, 2009, 3:05 pm
by SmileGRL
goosebumps & heartbeats
Posted: February 2nd, 2009, 7:42 pm
by justwalt
I would've loved this to be some weird
spiritual experience, even though it felt
very evil that night and I was lucky not
to piss my sleeping bag, but managing
to stand my ground and challenge what
I couldn't see through the pitch black
night has its place in news of the weird.
Posted: February 3rd, 2009, 9:43 pm
by goldenmyst
Justwalt, you captured the experience with the brilliance of an artist in command of his craft. I've camped in New Mexico. The place drew me years ago. The title drew me in, but the poem gripped me throughout.
John
Posted: February 5th, 2009, 9:40 am
by justwalt
John, have you seen any havalenas
while camping in NM ?
Posted: February 5th, 2009, 11:56 am
by goldenmyst
Can't say that I have Walt. That does sound like a possible explanation for what you experienced.
John
Posted: February 5th, 2009, 12:07 pm
by justwalt
The women that spoke to me the next morning knew
the field where I slept. They told me there was a bull
in that field. Now, I know that bulls occupy fields separate
from other animals...it was something heavy from the
sounds I heard....though, a havalena could grow to
100's of pounds. I don't think the havas- would be so
close to the activity of humans. Could be though. I have
looked at this field on google earth...It is just after the last
on-ramp to rt. 40 W out of Albuquerque, north side.