Burn Poem by Smoky Hoss

Burn

Rating: 5.0


I fell in love in 2004,
I fell in love
Sitting at the bottom of a Utah canyon floor -
It wasn't a woman
Nor a man,
It wasn't with a purpose
Or even a plan -
I just sat there one hot afternoon,
All by myself
Lying on my back; all alone -
Gazing at the sun
Gazing back at me,
Not another human soul for miles around...
The most incredible feeling; so completely free -
I fell forever in love, right then and there
With the alluring, beauty of the great Southwest;
Now, I'll never get it out of my heart,
Be it cursed or divinely blessed -
Sometimes it tortures the depths of my soul
Not to be there;
... all the demands of life,
just aren't fair...
But, someday, someway,
To my lover I shall return,
Then, the passion between me and my beloved desert
Will endlessly, and wonderfully, burn and burn...
... and burn -

- true love is a fire,
hotter than the flames of hell,
an affliction that must be embraced,
if the pain is to ever be quelled -

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Juan Olivarez 04 April 2012

Oh I just love it, you are a man after mine own heart. And thou knowest I speakest the truth. Great one buddy.

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Valerie Dohren 01 April 2012

A. Great poem, it sounds absolutely wonderful Smoky.

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Eric Cockrell 30 March 2012

let's go... i'm with you!

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Patti Masterman 29 March 2012

I think I know- in part- this feeling. In my parents home was a painting an older woman had painted and given them as a present. She lived with them till she had to be hospitalized and into a nursing home..they had very large hearts, my parents (smile) . It was just a rural scene with dry prairie grass and some nameless road going nowhere special, but I realized for me it kind of symbolized the plains, how they look at the cusp of winter, after summer is dried up and blown away..and I fell in love with the Midwest then, I think, much the way you speak of falling for the desert..I know it is the same feeling. I still have the picture. I wish it was on the wall so I could enjoy it- but knowing I have it is almost as good; I can nearly call it up just my memory alone.. great writing through and through here.

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