Smack !

Arizona Nights are Dark

Smack! Harley hog flipped  
Over the late night Javelina  
Joshua trees corral his headlight
And the prickly pears prick  
Saguaro silhouette through  
Starlet dust
Western winds wake up red skies
Sandy dry tongue cracked lips  
It’s all over now goodbye Harley

Feel  my  Love

LVC

Author's Note

To desert is not as empty as it should be. Feel.

Reviews

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

Well done.... clapping going in the background. This is the desert depicted so well... all of its beauty, so often missed for first appearance being "bleak" and "so tan". The bike. Ouch! OUCH! O U C H !!! But what a beautiful place for that beast to go.....

[lee von cleef]

Your quick on the draw !thank you.

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

It showed up on my feed, and I apparently clicked on it and fell onto your page... which for me is fairly common... (falling I mean), so I figured "Hey! Since i'm here...I should just go ahead and read those words up there. Am glad I did.

[captain]

the desert is not like before, its completely change now i guess. I like this poem, its hopeful. Nice!

[lee von cleef]

Hard to see dam hogs running in the night

[Mark]

heh, yes the desert is a hard place. Joshua trees can bleed you.

[John]

A man's love for his mode of transport, usually a source of ridicule and comedy, here is given its rightful due. Nature seems to mourn the Harley's passing with a vivid expressionistic touch. I love the line 'Starlet dust' bursts through.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

indeed a feel....pleasured by the fine imagery conjoured through your clever writing

[lee von cleef]

I have left the open west but my mind drifts that way.