Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

you find lonesome
in the dreamy spans of frontier
the reason even the toughest bastards
write poetry on horseback

you never seem to work it out
rely on the kindness of deserts
never find a place to grow your own
can't shuck the road, its painted myth
its scrawl twisting into sunsets
you could follow and retrieve

when clouds in low season
unleash their brief torrent
scorched earth blooms, wildflower booms
red orange blues drift across slopes
to hard bluffs, the coming heat
you have to look fast

great lines in here, Mark!

I especially liked

the reason even the toughest bastards
write poetry on horseback

and the entire last stanza!

nice work

thanks doreen.

it's kinda hard to explain, the rain
doesn't last long out there, and
the wind is persistent, but there's
really no way to capture silence
in words, when it comes down..
do the best you can..
something like that.

if i was a cowboy
i'd rope me a mountain
and a tree, and ride like
a poet writes of stars
on long doggie nights
your misfortune
none of my own
drinking a cup of black
joe, as black as the sky
and I would look up at
them bits of light
and shout, yippy-o
and toss the grounds
at the coyote

the harsh beauty of the unforgiving places that man can't tame rings through

you know i dig these word landscapes, mnazzy........

thanks craig, steve.

these are crucial alternate-scapes for me, i guess.
now, as much or more than ever. wow...