Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Cheyenne



rocky mountain beauty
green eyes
God made first
proportioned everything else
complementary
Xanadu, my girl of the mountains

she had her style
I was beguiled

mountain streams
touched by Paradise
so too, this
rocky mountain beauty
panache personified
elegance to my aw shucks Arkansas raw

she saw in me
chaste potpourri

eagles soar o'er imposing peaks and crags
I expel my breath
at such magnificence
lost in the still of the moment
rocky mountain beauty
takes my hand

together one
love has begun

breath catches in my throat
shortness, hard to breathe
not because of
thin mountain air
no
rocky mountain beauty

thudding of heart
clean off the chart

simple things
unhurried strolls . . . out-of-the-way places
rocky mountain beauty
made the dull out of the ordinary
soft voice
softer hands cupping roadside flowers

my love, my all
God, I stood tall

remembrance of our short romance, painful
rocky mountain beauty
touched my soul
while there, she aided and abetted my
maturity
manhood took center stage

she made me feel
I was a deal

time dulls so many things
I cannot recall
fuzzy thoughts of yesteryears
except one, stamped indelibly within my heart
rocky mountain beauty
Dee

maybe sometimes
I cross her mind

4 comments:

Dayle James Arceneaux said...

Good stuff, Jerry.

I just read a couple of your short stories. Also, well done.

You are prolific compared to me. But then again, I'm just getting my writing feet under me.

Jerry Pat Bolton said...

What short stories have you beren reading? I don't think I put any on this blog, maybe you are looking somewhere else . . . Thanks for the compliment, and don't you sweat it, your writing feet are already firmly planted . . .

Dayle James Arceneaux said...

I searched your name the other day to look for your blog and found your aol hometown "Jerry's Lterary Endevors".

I'm thinking about maybe writing a couple of short stories myself so I been checking out a few.

Jerry Pat Bolton said...

Aw, yeah all of my short stories are there, but they weren't edited so good until later . . . Still, thank you for checking me out . . .