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Mojave Telephone


ringing in the ears
has mined itself
into my brain

driving me
hell batty
speeding blindly

long distances
with obsessive
urgency

to a desert cave
where a way
was made

in the wasteland
near a river,
an answer

i am the receiver
the sole confessor
to them

the many
desolate thirsty
waterlogged anonymous

Rene ~ February 2012

For Magpie Tales
Image credit: Epic Mahogany

Comments

  1. Love the last stanza....waterlogged souls = awesome

    well done, ma'am

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  2. that ringing in the brain will def drive you crazy...glad there is a way for us waterlogged souls though...

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  3. Ringing in the ear like ten-speeding... I like that. The fast tempo is very effective, too.

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  4. I didn't own a ten speed bike until I was in my early 40s ... yes my ears would ring when I ventured out onto the open road ... thanks for the memories.

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  5. "reluctantly yet urgently"

    I know that feeling. It's a strange one.

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  6. A perfect blend of photography and poetry.

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  7. I think I am one of the waterlogged...

    Nice choice of words there!

    =)

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  8. Yup - I'm probably a waterlogged one too!

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  9. Oh wow, the Mojave telephone, the "waterlogged souls".......the urgency........so well done.

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  10. That last stanza is not only lyrical, but also powerful. You are always an impressive penner, Rene!

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  11. Interesting Magpie with a strong message...

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  12. Quite good - love the distance this travels in a short distance.

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  13. I'll be pondering thirsty, waterlogged souls the rest of today...

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  14. Ah, this is so fun. I'm here in Palm Desert, drive the Mojave often between here and Reno. You paint an accurate sense of place.

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  15. I am one of those receivers as well - "reluctant
    urgency" is a perfect way to describe it.

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  16. "with reluctant urgency" - that's my favourite line, maybe because I absolutely hate to be rushed.

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  17. the desolate, thirsty souls.


    and I am one.

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  18. We are receivers. Beautifully put.

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