Monday, October 28, 2013

Among Ponderosa Pines


                                    
                ... tucked into a shoulder of the Rockies / we slept in our car among Ponderosa pines

  ... fell asleep listening to the river

                       ... a night so close you could almost touch the stars
 ....... I think we were happy then

                                                                                     


My reading of this poem on public radio: https://beta.prx.org/stories/141539

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    1. It should, but sometimes doesn't ... thanks, Montucky.

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  2. Something similar to this has happened to me more than a few times. One that I remember in particular, Wyoming, Flaming Gorge, coyotes howling, we slept outside. I wonder what happened to her. So many years ago.

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    1. This poem originally included the locale, "somewhere outside Durango, Colorado," but I had to let it go in favor of the cadence. :)
      Wyoming is a beautiful state. I still remember the Bighorn Mountains.

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  3. Lovely. You do pare these down so effectively. In this case the last phrase evokes a whole new world of meaning.

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  4. When I read this one I immediately thought it suggested a good short story. The I realized: that's what makes it a good poem.
    Very evocative. Bravo.

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    1. The short story is probably by my favorite literary genre, right after poetry ... :) Thanks so much, Bill.

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