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The Colorado drifter, Forgetting Rose
by Keith D AllisonThe Sun stretch forth its long arm into the valley
where the pens hold the human breath
the wheels turn along the Arkansas
the humanness felt the loneliness within
As the water rumble on its way
the lightning does flash
like dreams of yesterday
just a loud burst of thunder, it seemed
The mind and the heart
do get twisted
for the warmth of a woman it does desire
but the dark blades and pain remain
For some no longer play
the harp of the heart
for the sorrow
outplayed that seed
of life game
like a tumble weed
rolling rolling
to fill the emptiness
of the soul
Head for the Phantom Canyon
where the rain takes the dust way
North to where the gold mine play
the gambler has been hung, so breath travel alone
08/10/2010 Posted on 08/10/2010
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Erin Eymard on 08/10/10 at 06:36 PM "the humanness felt the loneliness within" I absolutely love this line. The final stanza could be a poem all of it's own. A wonderful read! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/10/10 at 07:23 PM 'The mind and the heart
do get twisted' - no truer words have been said. Nice write.
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| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/13/10 at 07:57 PM "...like a tumble weed/rolling rolling /to fill the emptiness/of the soul..." And that's exactly how it is..it's a rather beautiful way to describe hopelessness. Love that! Thanks. |
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