Big Tent Poetry, Poetry

texas tremble

big tent poetry: enough
photo: justuswendell, flickr

dragon fly resting

sun baked body brown
thirsty for a healing drink
cool clear rivers bubbling
sprouting virgin springs serenade
hidden by a flock of shaded wonder
ancient anchored cypress trees
swaying silent mysterious moss
overheated heart submerge

immersed in a thousand baptisms
washed away by ivory soap
plunge a downhill depth
shallow the sting
freed by the frio

another visit to the memory banks of the mind… traveled to the hill country of texas… so many beautiful rivers soaked for a week… never wanted to leave… could not believe the blessings of flowing springs and clear cool rivers shaded by cypress trees found a little bit of heaven on earth.. the perfect escape of immeasurable proportions… not sure if this is the frio, though this scene is similar in every respect to the others met during the quest..


8 thoughts on “texas tremble

  1. i spent 6 years in Waco texas and made many trips to the hill country. this is a lovely scene. ive missed your blog lately, actually woke up wondering what gems lil Miss Pie might have churned out. This one is a winner in my book….
    because its lovely, and because i’ve been there.

  2. Ah yes, the Hill Country….. So many memories… Did I tell you the one about leaving LA in 1970 (I was 18) to a small town outside of Kerrville of about 100 people… or maybe it was 50? Spiders, snakes, humidity, and total darkness… Had I gone to the edge of the planet?!

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