Poetry By Chuck

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I started in the sunset and found myself surrounded by howling coyotes  

I kept running and listening to their ever reaching songs  

The Aqueduct winds its way along the desert floor, with sometimes raised sometimes lowered sides  

The setting sun casts a backward glance and creates reflections of its waning glory on the waters surface and under there in flowing currents are the trout that wax between the waves  

Popping now and then to the top to garner a supper tidbit 

I run  

The suns sets in an orange splendor of pained western hues and the first stars begin to peek out , fast appearing new  

The mountains in the distance frame this scene in majesty and cast fingers of God it seems against the darkening sky  

I see the tips of aircraft lights traveling over this place of desolation and misery, which is forever dry  

I stopped and listened to the coyote howl at me and the reply that sounded so close so soon  

Twas the mate of this hungry beast now chasing down the cactus trails toward a meal, or so they assumed  

But, I'm a big man in frame and size and run with a distinctive stride 

Casting doubts in their small minds and bringing caution into their strides  

Now they see their anticipated dinner, without a doubt a bit too big  

They stop howling and yapping and sit in disappointment, as I continue back towards my rig    

I parked the truck in the desert wastes far from city lights  
To enjoy the evening glittering stars and fading sunset lights. 
Now its time to return to the land of people and drab city sights 
So off I go with regret...knowing I will soon return to it...

....the beauty of another wondrous sunset and starlit desert night.

 


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Author's Comments


Gotta love nature.  Last year I did a 110 mile run from Palmdale CA, to Gorman, Ca and back.   I ran the aqueduct and surface streets only when I had to and then ran the mountain tops back...considerably longer route...but then who is counting miles? lol.   Frequently, I would find myself the object of a pack of coyotes hunger, and they would follow me closely.....

 

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 Delicate Lily on Aug 07, 2004, 9:58 
Grab life by the balls, NOT the razor 2231 critiques, 127 poems.
Verdict: The beauty of solitude!

Well, now I guess I know how the run went. Very descriptive and wonderful...I could hear your feet pounding as you ran and those of the coyotes as at first they stalked what they thought to be dinner. The stars were lovely and what a shame to have to leave. It does seem to end so soon. Thanks for sharing this. MLP...S
Edited on Aug 07, 10:58 because ''.  

 

 genielassie on Aug 07, 2004, 10:16 
What is the weight of a solitary word? 5352 critiques, 110 poems.

Sunset's I love...but I live out in the country...lol...and every night shortly after dusk...I hear the coyotes howl and as they get more excited it sounds like a woman screaming for her life! The very sound sends a chill up my spine! Though I know they are important to the natural systems of life... I don't ever really want to meet one let alone many...lol... A great, vivid write and best of wishes...~genielassie~  

 

 Touchof1der on Aug 09, 2004, 3:59 
Seduce my mind and you can have my body 16136 critiques, 257 poems.

That sounds like a pretty good scene to have been watching. This was a nice little story. I enjoyed it a lot. I felt like I was right there with you buddy.
-Carl  

 

1s2e on Sep 04, 2004, 11:30 
It 834 critiques, 0 poems.

Very interesting poem..creates a lot of imagery..a beautiful scene.Sunsets are amazing but I don''t like coyotes! lol great poem, anyway

thanks for sharing
keep writing
keep this kind of amazing writing up!

-->there is no me<--  

 

 Touchof1der on Sep 04, 2004, 11:42 
Seduce my mind and you can have my body 16136 critiques, 257 poems.

What a fabulous scene to be overlooking on a night free from the hustle and bustle of crowds and people. This is awesome Chuck! I love the way you have written about your experience. It puts the reader right there beside you. Simply beautiful! Thank you for sharing this.     

 

Pierre Richards on Sep 04, 2004, 11:47 
Aut insanit homo, aut versus facit 1670 critiques, 106 poems.
Verdict: excellent

This reminds me of some places outside of Tucson where I lived for a while as a kid. Did a lot of backpacking and hiking out there.
Wonderful story that brings in a lot of imagery and feel.
Very well penned!  

 

Wildequill on Sep 04, 2004, 11:59 
Riding the microcosm to life's desire... 1147 critiques, 131 poems.

Within this cauldron of capitalism, mankind stretches high and deep for the elixer of nature.. a small tid-bit to whet his hunger for equilibrium, to elude to a taste of reality's' harvest. Well described..nice, unusual setting - creative and thought-provoking.  

 

 MagicLady on Sep 04, 2004, 12:07 
Because Nice Matters!! 4378 critiques, 191 poems.

Chuck,
What a vivid story you painted here for us.
I must say that the coyotes are a bit eerie to me. And the thought of having to run from one, well, that adds to the fear of it.
This was a very nice write. Thanks for sharing it.

Cheryl  

 

Sherlock Holmes on Sep 04, 2004, 8:45 p.m. 
328 critiques, 19 poems.

Another good story! Very vivid and picturesque. The last verse with the 2 "lights" ending the lines might be improved, other than that, a great account of your rendezvous with the coyotes. I loved the title to this!

Sherlock  

 

GirlWithBrownEyes on Jan 05, 6:46 p.m. 
A smile says a lot;A lie says a lot more... 101 critiques, 33 poems.

It's like you're actually there.Nice write!Keep it up!  

 

Xx Alice xX on Jan 05, 6:47 p.m. 
Give peace a chance... 3433 critiques, 664 poems.

So nice of you to share all your lovely images. I felt as if I was there. Wonderful explanation of a beautiful night.

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