Coyote tears
on dusted blacktop lanes
whoso is a man could hears
paw prints passing through the plains
but silence is that fallen branch
out of sight and out of mind
so long as night comes not to our own ranch
sunken celestials will not bind–
not in heart,
no, and certainly not for sake of art…
The Waking Den 
so long as night comes not to our own ranch
sunken celestials will not bind–
not in heart,
no, and certainly not for sake of art… tight… been thinking of you…have things improved a bit at your shore…?
Tragically no. Still gainfully unemployed, and struggling to make things work out…I suppose the momentary escapes in the poetic and otherwise help a bit though. Thanks for the concern, Claudia, and I’m glad you liked the piece today!
silence is the fallen branch…and everything that comes after is really tight for me man…sorry nothing has broken loose for you there..hope it does soon…a tough market out there…well any where right now…
Tell me about it!
Sucks that you don’t get paid to write like this–so sharply vivid and cutting–coyote tears..the whole thing puts you out on the desert, and there’s nowhere more full of power. Hope things improve soon Chris–hang in there.
To be paid simply to write…it was and remains the dream! Thanks, Joy.
out of sight and out of mind
so long as night comes not to our own ranch
awesome piece my friend…nice…we have yet to meet however…connection is sometimes found in quiet places such as these…thank you for your mind and your writing…truly wonderful
Too true. It is always a pleasure to make a little connection with another person…no matter where and what form it takes.
enjoyed this Chris..keep going back to the closing couplet.
but silence is that fallen branch
What a kewl line, enjoyed the write too
Another fine poem. The images you create are so vivid. Thank you for sharing your talent.
Yes I’m still lurking around.
Good to hear! The lurking, that is. The internet runs on lurking. Or so I’ve been told. That said, good to know you’re still about, good sir. Glad you enjoyed the work, too.
See you on the world wide web!
A warm hello from Spartan land… =)
so long as night comes not to our own ranch… these words gripped me.
Oh, oh? A fellow Spartan? Now that’s what I like to see! How is the old place today? Handling the summer well? All I know is that as much as the mountains are a nice change from the humidity, the heat they’re undertaking this summer certainly puts Michigan to shame…
Thank you for swinging by and speaking up, Patricia. A pleasure to meet you, and I’m glad you enjoyed the read.
“Coyote tears” a haunting vision as i see coyotes trying to survive in the neighborhoods that were built in their habitat here in Arizona. wonderful poem! sorry to hear things aren’t going well. best of luck!
Love this, Chris. Beautiful!
tightly woven with haunting overlays of a felt helplessness these words…really well done Chris! Send you love! ~ Rose