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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
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  1. AnonymousFebruary 19, 2012 at 4:52 PM

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

    well done, ma'am

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  2. Brian MillerFebruary 19, 2012 at 4:54 PM

    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. Other MaryFebruary 19, 2012 at 5:46 PM

    Oh, good one! Strong ending.

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  4. Laurie KolpFebruary 19, 2012 at 10:37 PM

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

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  5. HelenFebruary 19, 2012 at 11:38 PM

    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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  6. Crystal PistolFebruary 20, 2012 at 1:19 AM

    "reluctantly yet urgently"

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

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  7. boogulooFebruary 20, 2012 at 9:39 AM

    A perfect blend of photography and poetry.

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  8. Susan AndersonFebruary 20, 2012 at 10:22 AM

    I think I am one of the waterlogged...

    Nice choice of words there!

    =)

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  9. HelenaFebruary 20, 2012 at 6:13 PM

    Yup - I'm probably a waterlogged one too!

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  10. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 20, 2012 at 8:59 PM

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

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  11. UnknownFebruary 20, 2012 at 11:57 PM

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

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  12. JinksyFebruary 21, 2012 at 9:02 AM

    Interesting Magpie with a strong message...

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  13. Buddah MoskowitzFebruary 21, 2012 at 5:09 PM

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

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  14. Mark ButkusFebruary 21, 2012 at 7:52 PM

    Nice flow and rhythm.

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  15. Tess KincaidFebruary 22, 2012 at 1:28 PM

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

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  16. AnonymousFebruary 22, 2012 at 5:47 PM

    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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  17. SheilaFebruary 22, 2012 at 9:45 PM

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

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  18. ayalaFebruary 22, 2012 at 10:09 PM

    Nicely penned !

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  19. KaraFebruary 25, 2012 at 10:15 AM

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

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  20. Vodka MomFebruary 25, 2012 at 8:53 PM

    the desolate, thirsty souls.


    and I am one.

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  21. Ann ImigMarch 4, 2012 at 10:40 AM

    We are receivers. Beautifully put.

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