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Saturday, September 1, 2012

Mystic Desert Rivers


Crawling across the barren cactus wilderness... Chasing this impossible dream... He followed the mirage of an exotic wild river wide, flowing effortlessly through his mind made illusions, beneath the sweltering desert sky...

a poem by Harlon Rivers









Crawling across the barren cactus wilderness 

Chasing this impossible dream 

He followed the mirage of an exotic wild river wide  

Flowing effortlessly through his mind made scenes 

Beneath the sweltering desert sky

Rippling down stream towards the refreshing Ocean’s tide 



He searched charily through a labyrinth of chimera

While standing on the brink of delirious splendor 

Spiny leaves awakened all senses of uncertainty 

Mystic static air excites his sun wilted skin 

Enticing infinite reborn senses to come alive 

Imagination’s dreams evolve into distinct possibilities 



A daydream of an erotic fragrant, vibrant flower 

Pricking his heart, drawing blood with her cactus quill 

A figment of a poignant hallucination 

Inching slowly, slithering and frayed 

Wearing his heart on his sleeve 

Too thirsty to drink, once bitten, twice shy 



At the crossroads of an oases 

The illusion of a meandering basin river turned far, deep and wide 

The mysterious desert flora hid bashfully 

Behind a sun faded shadow of solitude, 

With her taproot in a desert spring’s bedrock 

Her beauty reflected in the twinkling of his eye 



A prairie wolf paces in the distance 

Vultures are gliding in the arid desert skies 

Silhouettes gracefully soaring in hazy solar disguise 

Coyote, was just listening to the blustering wind howl 

Blowing the drifting sand over 

the lonesome travelers’ trail of trials 



"Taunt and tease prickly pear blossom 

Share the simple life of the prairie breeze 

While I’m crawling through pebbles and cobbles 

Over bedrock through sand dune fields to the sea 

Your splendors draw me to your spring water oases 

The spirit of your abundant soul set me free"... 



© 2012 Harlon Rivers 


3 comments:

Anonymous said...

oh my.. so beautiful.. where do I begin.. there is so much passion it is almost overwhelming.. the longing of a soul for solace in a loving embrace.. exquisite..

olla

Harlon Rivers said...

Olla... You just completed the day when you show your complex you...Maybe it isn't the "high desert" but the thoughts of the unexperienced experience are calling and have been on my mind. Cactus maybe absent to the north but dreams and imagination are not in short supply...one of the reasons I do this is because you come here and make my day...

g-clair said...

story of my life. carry on...