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Beaubien Valley
by S. Pelham FloodThe valleys walls scream out
as the wind rushes, ponderosas pheromones
pull me in. The alpine air kisses
every fine hair along my skinrippling
through my bones. I slowly lay
myself upon the soft, mushy meadow
floor, the high grass enveloping me
in its mesmerizing tufts as the rain
swells forth, rushing to fall
from the eyes of the mountain skies
and thunderous booms resonate through
the valley floor, echoing me to sleep,
comforting the wound of solitude
Ive been nursing, while Im pining to be
one with the butterfly above my head.
10/24/2004 Posted on 11/01/2004
Copyright © 2024 S. Pelham Flood
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Paul Marino on 12/01/04 at 01:21 AM that was awesome. so visual, using every inch of the earth at your disposal to paint a beautiful picture you cap off nicely with the butterfly. "comforting the wound of solitude/I've been nursing", what a great line that really made me feel. |
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