Tuesday Poetics – American Southwest

Today, our newest team member at the dVerse Pub, is prompting our poetics. Out of her love of photography and the Southwest, she is prompting us to write of it. She has given us several of her incredible photos to use. I wrote this poem a couple of years ago and have re-written several times. It is based on several of my forays into the Mojave desert and visits to Mesa Verde – for solitude and to view meteor showers. Come out west with us today!  http://dversepoets.com/2016/05/03/poetics-sentiments-of-the-southwest/

Desert Lights – 1990
Silent climb to the
Top of a seif dune. Sliding down.
Moaning. Booming.
wind ripples – Dry ocean waves.
Bristle cone pine stands.
Reminder of life –
Skeletal. Lone.
Distant mountain ridges
reach white snow to touch
blue sky white clouds.

Cold night moaning.
Dunes whisper secrets
To the listening moon.
Mystic explosion
Of light – Leonids bombard
the darkness – heavens fireworks –
front row seat at best show
off earth.
Orion sets in western sky.
Lighting bolt emblazons darkness.
Storm races down the canyon.
I lie in blackness.
My horse softly whickers.
Flutter of bat wings.
I slip deeper into
My sleeping bag.
More stars than Vegas light the sky.
Alone. Alone. Alone.

photo copyright by Mish. Used by permission

photo copyright by Mish. Used by permission


34 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    May 03, 2016 @ 15:38:59

    Oh what a magnificent show that would have been… the desert night is a perfect night… and with meteor showers… wow.


    • kanzensakura
      May 03, 2016 @ 15:41:24

      You would go wild – first at the vast array of the stars and then….the showers. The lightning storm gave a lavender glow. unforgettable.

      Sent from Windows Mail


  2. Linda Kruschke
    May 03, 2016 @ 15:49:21

    So peaceful and lovely. I especially like your horse whickering. I’d never heard that word before and I always love to learn a new word.


  3. Glenn Buttkus
    May 03, 2016 @ 16:07:51

    Writing my Western(s), I did add whicker to my SW arsenal of words. You recapture that night magnificently. Here in WA state on the W side of the mountain, meteor showers get lost in the city lights & haze. I have been in love with bristle cone pines forever; hard to fathom that some of them were alive & growing while Jesus walked the earth. I like the lines /bristle cone pine stands/ reminder of life/ skeletal/ alone/.


  4. therisa
    May 03, 2016 @ 17:16:29

    Reading this poem, am reminder of July 1980, and the northern Alberta night sky, forever, its etched, in my memory. As a child, I grew up, in the light pollution wasteland, of southern Ontario. Never before, or since, have the stars appeared so bright and vibrant, to my eyes. Thank you, for bringing back this memory.


    • kanzensakura
      May 03, 2016 @ 23:30:37

      I am so glad this did this for you. I live out in the country and the light pollution is minimal. I have watched the space station several times going overhead and this week, around 3 AM, have watched the Aquairid showers….just a joy to see this debris of Halley’s Comet become heart stopping beauty.


  5. Grace
    May 03, 2016 @ 17:26:00

    Dry ocean waves, heavens fireworks & sleeping under those stars – wow, what an adventure Toni ~ Love the ending too ~


  6. whimsygizmo
    May 03, 2016 @ 17:45:38

    Beautiful, beautiful.
    I love this, especially:
    “Dunes whisper secrets
    To the listening moon.”

    We do have some of the most amazing skies out here, and sometimes, a HUGE moon. 🙂


  7. Sanaa Rizvi
    May 03, 2016 @ 18:21:02

    Dry ocean waves.
    Bristle cone pine stands.
    Reminder of life –
    Skeletal. Lone.

    Such a splendid write ❤


  8. navasolanature
    May 03, 2016 @ 18:26:40

    I love the feel of the desert and watching the stars.


  9. little learner
    May 03, 2016 @ 18:33:39

    Beautiful! The stars are amazing. Endless and wondrous!


  10. Bodhirose
    May 03, 2016 @ 19:26:50

    What a vivid and striking image you describe. Deep in the desert would be one of the best places to witness those meteor showers. I love your ending…alone, but not lonely.


  11. Mish
    May 03, 2016 @ 19:32:09

    This is a treat for the senses. The meteor shower must have been amazing. I really like “wind ripples – Dry ocean waves.” and I think I could hear the horse “whicker” and “the flutter of bat wings”. Delightful sights and sounds.


  12. kim881
    May 04, 2016 @ 03:41:45

    I can just hear those haunting desert sounds!


  13. lillian
    May 04, 2016 @ 08:14:42

    “wind ripples. Dry ocean waves” So many beautiful words here that really allow me to come with you — I can feel the stars overhead and the serenity and magic of this place at night. Beautifully penned! 🙂


  14. lynn__
    May 04, 2016 @ 08:57:36

    A gorgeous desert night, alone with horse under the glorious heavens…quite the adventure, Toni!


  15. Patti
    May 04, 2016 @ 12:56:29

    Lovely! How wonderful to be alone in the night desert with your horse, showered with glitter from above.


  16. Misky
    May 04, 2016 @ 15:21:19

    What a thoroughly spectacular experience.


  17. writersdream9
    May 04, 2016 @ 15:49:45

    The stars in the sky there are so amazing and humility producing!


  18. Victoria C. Slotto
    May 04, 2016 @ 18:02:35

    When I used to visit the California desert as a child, before it became so developed, the stars seemed so close. Even now, they are more vibrant than most places, but still they have lost so much in the wake of ever-increasing development. Beautiful, Toni.


  19. Bryan Ens
    May 04, 2016 @ 21:24:54

    Sometimes there is great beauty in being alone.


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