This Poem was Submitted By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2015-03-21 10:51:50 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Long riders in dark dusters skimmers pulled low  Glances from beneath brim ignite memory’s embers of thoughts long passed Quiet steps trailed by metal jangles of blunted stars moon waxes high, strained ears turn to sound Lone rider bends boards of walk that whisper in creaks and groans Night’s darkest hour gathers dust and leather to rustle and tempt the senses leaving their taste on one clutched breath Dried lips and a tear mingle  awakening that which is better left sleeping A gentle hand raises a finger to halt, to silence the mists of darkness Hush, it is done, back to rest

Copyright © March 2015 Lora Silvey

This Poem was Critiqued By: Joe Gustin On Date: 2015-03-28 11:28:47
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
I absolutely love it. Reminds of the sum of all the best spaghetti westerns of my past. Your narrative made it so easy to be there. In some ways in seems like a image right out of King novel The Gunslinger. Love it start to finish. Excellent Work

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