It's been a sweltering day, Jim takes in the view of the desert
sun. Sipping hard whiskey
quenching his thirst from a long day's work. The lines on his face show his years and
the calluses on his hands proof life was filled with rough
labor. He pulls the tip of his hat
over his eyes remembering days long ago.
over his eyes remembering days long ago.
He was younger then and in love with a rancher's daughter. They would meet by the
watering hole as the sun started to dip over the horizon. She loved it when the sky
was splashed with brilliant orange and yellow hues. He would recite poetic verses
in the night. Their bodies sang songs that only they could hear. Oh, sweet Rosita
was his piece of paradise in this desert land.
He drifts back, a cow is screaming across the arroyo and he is alone.
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written for dVerse
hosted by Linda
writing prosery 144 words
using "a cow is screaming across the arroyo"
from the Poem ‘ Cow’ by Jim Harrison
Poetic and haunting! Well done!
ReplyDeleteWow! Well done indeed. It is cool reading your prose. You told this so well. I can see him, hat tipped over his eye......
ReplyDeleteYou’ve instilled your 144-word prosery with a whole life story, Truedessa, one that is sad, with touches of romance. I especially love the description of the ‘sky was splashed with brilliant orange and yellow hues’ and the character reciting poetic verses in the night.
ReplyDeleteSure makes you wonder what happened indeed.
ReplyDeleteHow sad.
ReplyDeleteDo cows scream?
A very sad and lonely cow.
ReplyDeleteExcellent prose- thank you.
ReplyDeleteTo live a life with only loneliness and regrets echoing in the night... such sad life for a cowboy.
ReplyDeleteNice description leading to missing that piece of paradise.
ReplyDeleteThe land he still has and the memories. I enjoyed this!
ReplyDeleteA nice thrust from the songs of the two bodies in romantic stance to the lonely cow
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by to read mine
Much✏love
Whaaaat? A cowboy who recites poetry? Now that would be the first one LOL
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