Desert Night
by Rodney Evan Bohen
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
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I have known nighttime
known daytime as well
but the desert night
knows no man
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Swarthy, still, comes night
bursting forth uncalled,
in untold radiance
draped in black hole dark
she then falls, as does a
garment, cloaking, attiring and stealing
the day
The night bleeds to day
as does dye so doth inhale
all it's touch,
does fall upon
I have known
night
and day alike
yet none know night
till they have embraced
the stark desert night
their remains no other
instrument of power
men can wield,
that compares to the
still desert black night
that strips, cuts man
to bone core
I have known nighttime
known daytime as well
but the desert night
knows no man
for she churns in unrivaled
obscurity and unmatched glory
to behold
she glitters in
the dark coals
star embers as
traced Fireflies of night flight
but none know her as I,
this desert night
that doth so cut to the
very marrow of man's heart
Ah, but I know thee
Oh mistress of the coal
desolation yields in tall
sweeping bow
to your mystery of hush
isolation painted stark still
for isolation remains your
name, scent and mark
and you dwell on the night
mesa
upon the desert night stars
dark cowards quake
spending a night
alone in your grasp
whilst the nobler and wanting
wilt quickly and willingly
in your sight
persuaded, one night will
make anew their very soul
new, as the night strips
all garments away,
yes, of body,
mind and
deep unearthed soul
spirit as well
left naked and tumbling
in raw thought, essence shaken
I sat tattered and torn
yes, tattered and torn
nighttime dressed in
true solitude
pronounces and invokes
a blessing
upon these
an invocation given on behalf
of few
stamped never on cowards
nor fools held at bay
for she inscribes her name branded
upon stalwart types and scent
folks born in mystery and with
adventure bleeding through
she kisses only the valiant
when the lonely night
is through
yes only the bold ones
lasting the whole night till dew
in the still desert night
when it remains only you
is where such a blessing
is invoked upon one
she derails fools
and skeptics as well
her soul cutting power
and persuasion a bell
she marks what invites her
and dismisses the rest
the desert night her name
my mirror,
heart friend
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Rodney Evan Bohen
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| Reviewed by Patricia Shaw |
5/23/2007 |
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"for she inscribes her name branded
upon stalwart types and scent
folks born in mystery and with
adventure bleeding through
she kisses only the valiant
when the lonely night
is through"
For me, these lines are the Title imagery; I saw an alliteration--dewdrops dance downward demanding daily dawns display...great imagism
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| Reviewed by Malachy MacFarlane (Reader) |
4/10/2003 |
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"your mystery of hush" I know not how to praise you seannachie except to say you write the way I long to. Mal.
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| Reviewed by coni lea harris |
4/10/2003 |
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thank you for taking me to one of my memories, of the desert. Actually it was quite funny, despite the scoprion, that came home with us. I loved the lines "dark
she then falls, as does a
garment, cloaking, attiring and stealing
the day
The night bleeds to day
as does dye. It brings me the feeling of my first sunrise on the water, not sure which was more beautiful, the sunset, or the sunrise, and also one of the reasons I beleive you don't have to drown yourself in a bottle to cloud your the eyes in your mind, to be intrigued, devoured. Beautiful poem, as well as the scenery enveloping my mind, my dear Sir Rodney. |
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader) |
4/10/2003 |
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| This is gorgeous poetry, exceptional imagery and free flow. |
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| Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster |
4/10/2003 |
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| Rodney, the imagery in this write is superb. An excellent poem. Never been, but plant to one day. ~Trish~ |
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| Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader) |
4/10/2003 |
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Beautiful imagery on this one.
peggy |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) |
4/9/2003 |
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Beautiful. I too love the desert.
Well done. |
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