New Mexico

by Colm   Dec 30, 2011


In glowering
wind, by rusty swings
and childlessness,
lying gnat-covered
on dusty linen,
I was
waiting.

The chain links waved
and clinked, soundtracking
supermen towards
a Lazarus-dead picket fence.
Sandstone-red ground dust
sprayed it all.
The tubers
and baby cacti too,

while Palomino gave
secular flicks of his tail
and looked about ready
to pass on.
He would be going back to you,
he sensed how I was
foetal, he knew
I wasn't you -
and, in musky
encroaching dusk,
I shrouded myself
a little closer
to her
onion-brown blanket.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Yrem Crish

    Wow. Your fancies are amazing. I can picturesque the imagery of your poem. I really love the flow even it was written in a free lance poem.

    while Palomino gave
    secular flicks of his tail
    and looked about ready
    to pass on.
    He would be going back to you,
    he sensed how I was
    foetal, he knew
    I wasn't you -
    and, in musky
    encroaching dusk,
    I shrouded myself
    a little closer
    to her
    onion-brown blanket.

    The ending part is awesome,too. Well, guess..this one will put into my fav list of poem. I don't know but for me this a touchy poem..so much love it:))
    Great work!

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    :))

    5/5-C

  • 5 years ago

    by Kiko

    As a former resident of New Mexico, I was hoping to be reminded of home in some way. But this reminds me more of an acid trip than anything I recognize as "home" --where the wind "glowers," and chain-linked fences spit out "supermen" who fly toward dead picket fences, and horses produce "secular" flicks of their tails. Nice imagery, but very abstract.

    I look forward to your translation of this (if there is one. :)

  • Amazingly penned; it was just like... floating off my tongue so beautifully, Colm.

    5/5

    -Heather

  • 5 years ago

    by Britt

    "by rusty swing
    and childlessness,"

    I feel like something is missing here. Maybe be "a" rusty swing, or by rusty swingS? I read this a few times and it just wasn't reading right to me.

    I love the use of 'soundtracking' - that was a really clever idea to add here

    I love your poems for their descriptive nature. You literally set a scene and make the reader feel like they are truly there, seeing and experiencing everything you've seen or imagined. I love that. Love the idea of onion brown rather than the odd tan/brown color it is. Gave it the perfect scene.

    Love the way you added 'secular', I thought it worked perfectly and just rolled off my tongue. :) Well done, as usual!

  • 5 years ago

    by Karla

    Su poema es muy hermoso Colm.
    Beautiful poem Colm. Very imagetic and delicate as every piece you write.