Tag Archives: Mesa

Ice and Snow (Shards) (Fragments and Poems)

Wooden shrine wrapped in a snow storm plays host to a figure wrapped in black floating above the blanket no footprints disappearing into the blizzard of ice ~~~ Wraith bone gaucho, sallow horse cross through the blizzard wondering where the … Continue reading

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Village, Skeleton and Gaucho (Fragments and poems)

The sun retreats, the moon moves in and one by one the lights in the village go out. Except for one. ~~~ The night air is quiet, the only sound to be heard comes from the graveyard. Cross legged before … Continue reading

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Clouds, Hills and Mesas (Poems for Georgia O’Keeffe)

Rolling scrubland enveloped in gossamer clouds of lint Sky ablaze mesa shrouds hills in shadow ~~~ Blue sky checkered on red dust flagstone clouds Patchwork clouds re-routing sun beams ~~~ Cloud white bison herd together on pink sky savanna migrating … Continue reading

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Gaucho (Undead) (Fragments)

The sun roams the sky, trailing sunbeams staining the hills in crimson and pink. A tilted sombrero shields a resting gaucho’s face, head resting on prone horse. Grey poncho idly ripples in the breeze, red dust scattered on fabric. The … Continue reading

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Gaucho (Undead) (Prose 2)

Its been raining. The ground is weak. Maintaining footing is hard, land slipping and collapsing under force. 3 children from the villager have gone missing. Last seen on the village outskirts villagers fear the children have wandered into the hills … Continue reading

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Horseman (Undead)

Death rattle skeletal rider heads for the village Wide brimmed sombrero disguises bony features (alabaster face) Ivory fingers itchy trigger action Drifting poncho flashes of hollow torso Skeleton horseman stalks the moon strewn highlands Death rattle reverberates through the hills … Continue reading

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The Horseman

He’s carrying something. He’s carrying it as he hurtles over the ground on his trusty stead. Galloping over the plain he’s heading for the hills. The rider can be seen in the lunar glow, racing towards the highlands were his … Continue reading

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