Kelly Seale

Rookie (12-17-1958 / Norfolk, Va. USA)

'Cold Desert Night' - Poem by Kelly Seale

out in the cold desert night-
A lone coyote calls out,
breaking the stillness
of the early morning twilight.

My breath visible and stale-
I hold it in for a moment in silence, listening-
Before I finally exhale.
The coyote's cry goes unanswered,
yet can be heard from miles away-
His sad song of solitude,
keeping the unknown at bay.

A sudden chill moves through me,
causing me to shiver.
These words, revealed to me,
and unto you, I deliver.
The moon shines bright upon the desert floor,
the coyote repeats his cry-
He is answered with a distant howl,
it seems that we're not alone anymore.

The cold desert night is full of somber solitude,
and yet, it's full of nocturnal life.
The morning's chill gets to me-
So I return to the warmth of my bed,
and the waiting arms of my wife.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A scene from my porch, unfolding in the pre-dawn hours of 'The Cold Desert Night.'

Comments about 'Cold Desert Night' by Kelly Seale

  • Ekaterina M. Polischuk (3/30/2013 3:41:00 PM)

    very good penning. i like such issues, they always has wisdom inside and some kind of philosophy... it makes us think and draw the pictures in our mind, imagine, try to understand. and it is easier if the poet uses simple words, creates the melody from his heart (and it does not matter if the melody is sad or happy, the frames are always illusive) . so, i may say, you did it! you have created the story with feelings and some mystic nature touch. wow! thanks for sharing) (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Seale (8/27/2012 1:39:00 AM)

    Rain, your moments with your Dad, on that lonely desert drive- have become a part of who you are, your memories of those times are printed like a map, into your soul. And my words have become the compass...
    Find your way home Raihana.; -)
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  • Raihana Abdul Jabbar (8/27/2012 1:03:00 AM)

    When I go for a drive in the desert with my dad, I've experienced this melancholy, thinking of the vastness and mystery of the never ending dunes.. I hold my dad tight then, feeling my apprehension melt away...
    Now, I stay far away from my family. This poem brought back memories of those emotional bits...Thanks for sharing, Kelly..Loved it!
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  • Kelly Seale (8/21/2012 8:19:00 PM)

    -Silentpoet is it that you get me, my words? To touch the reader is the goal,
    don't you think?
    And to miss the point would be tragic-
    You smile and toss your head back- tousled red hair cascading down- with a wink
    You trace your heart with your hand, your fingertips...
    And a shy reply escapes your pursed lips-
    My dear friend, my dear poet... It's simple, it's Magic.

    You see Silentpoet Grl, how you inspire me so...; -)
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  • (8/20/2012 1:32:00 AM)

    beautiful imagery...with a hint of sadness / reflective... then like a sigh of relief at the end... lovely poem... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 31, 2012

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