Charles F. Thielman

Rookie (Charleston, South Carolina)

Superstition Mountains - Poem by Charles F. Thielman

Stoking the fire
just after sunset,

the lake dark blue,
dark blue.

Two women wade in
up to their thighs,
quickly duck under,

red rock, red rock mountains,
waxing moon.

A large dog gazes across the waters
as we sit on stones,
grease of fried fish
on our faces,

the pan goes around-

breeze in mesquite,

the lake dark blue,
dark blue.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem inspired by my 6-month long, '66 VW camper van Journey around the western states in 1976, specifically from my 3 weeks at the much unimproved campsite of Apache Lake,60 miles east of Phoenix- some 20+ people camped there during my stay.

Comments about Superstition Mountains by Charles F. Thielman

  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (3/31/2014 7:31:00 PM)

    Wow! Sounds like a great lifetime memory! As for the poem, love it! Great imagery, felt as if I were there! Great write! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 30, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 31, 2014


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