The sultry summer midnight hour came and went as the full moon's illumination magnified the sun scorched fields of forevermore...a free form prose narrative with cultural influences... A Coyote Moon chapter by Harlon Rivers written to commemorate the last Blue Moon August 31st, 2012
The
sultry summer midnight hour
came and went as the full moon's illumination
magnified the sun scorched fields of forevermore.
The air was so thick through the waist high brambles,
that you could cut it with the Kaiser Blade.
It's a burdensome task to carry that weight,
but the ancient tool was adorned proudly
with an old Tatanka leather shoulder sling.
It was willingly carried by the native warrior,
came and went as the full moon's illumination
magnified the sun scorched fields of forevermore.
The air was so thick through the waist high brambles,
that you could cut it with the Kaiser Blade.
It's a burdensome task to carry that weight,
but the ancient tool was adorned proudly
with an old Tatanka leather shoulder sling.
It was willingly carried by the native warrior,
defending
his passage against the prickles
of
Mother Earth’s barbed cane’s shield.
A
natural place where the fusion of subsistence and survival
are
plucked from the thorny sweetbriars
sustaining
humble existence.
The shadow from the, exiled silhouette staggered
into the edge of the vast amber wheat field.
A cloud of unsettled dust rose like a twisting dirt devil
in the wake of fluid movement
The
traces of footsteps quietly crackled in the dry grass.
Coyote was going there...
Coyote was going there...
The woven willow satchel overflowed
with
a fragrant sweetness
The damp Bota bag moistened the wanderer's parched,
The damp Bota bag moistened the wanderer's parched,
gritty
cotton mouth, coughing uncontrollably
as
the powdery earth moved the stagnant air
Subtly stirring from the startling motion.
The figure’s unaccompanied shadow stumbled…
stopping to rest on the lone flat rock
enlightened by the glimmering moon light.
All of the panorama vista’s inhabitants
hushed their free spirited chatter.
Immediately sensing healing energy,
becoming undetectable, soundless listeners.
Instantly silenced by the sound vibration
of the intruders clumsy movement.
Moments passed in starlit stillness
as a shooting star’s tailing, fading shimmer, flickered
like that final moment when the boisterous crack
of the last thunder clap's clamor
decays into total eerie dark silence.
The only audible sound
was that of dusty lungs rattling and wheezing
as if death were near,
and yet it was only a mind made illusion
The exhausted intruder labored
to breathe the hazy night air
in the humid, sweaty stillness.
The beat of his unraveling heart
thundered in his chest without fear.
Eyes of a soul were mesmerized
by a halo around the moon
evolving from the radiant
swirling moon dust of a solar tempest.
Constellations glowing effervescence,
illuminated the silhouette within the shadows.
Firefly's transcend, disappearing into a starlit oasis
The aura of the spirit of the Coyote Moon
had symbolic crescent shaped ears,
able to hear and comprehend every ethereal
wordless sigh breathed.
Inaudible thoughts and sounds
echoed mystically in silent reflections
The essence of every exhaled breath
was an emotional release, coherently revealing
a wholehearted awakening life,
in route to vivid understanding.
Taking ownership of choices
made on life's journey
Subtly stirring from the startling motion.
The figure’s unaccompanied shadow stumbled…
stopping to rest on the lone flat rock
enlightened by the glimmering moon light.
All of the panorama vista’s inhabitants
hushed their free spirited chatter.
Immediately sensing healing energy,
becoming undetectable, soundless listeners.
Instantly silenced by the sound vibration
of the intruders clumsy movement.
Moments passed in starlit stillness
as a shooting star’s tailing, fading shimmer, flickered
like that final moment when the boisterous crack
of the last thunder clap's clamor
decays into total eerie dark silence.
The only audible sound
was that of dusty lungs rattling and wheezing
as if death were near,
and yet it was only a mind made illusion
The exhausted intruder labored
to breathe the hazy night air
in the humid, sweaty stillness.
The beat of his unraveling heart
thundered in his chest without fear.
Eyes of a soul were mesmerized
by a halo around the moon
evolving from the radiant
swirling moon dust of a solar tempest.
Constellations glowing effervescence,
illuminated the silhouette within the shadows.
Firefly's transcend, disappearing into a starlit oasis
The aura of the spirit of the Coyote Moon
had symbolic crescent shaped ears,
able to hear and comprehend every ethereal
wordless sigh breathed.
Inaudible thoughts and sounds
echoed mystically in silent reflections
The essence of every exhaled breath
was an emotional release, coherently revealing
a wholehearted awakening life,
in route to vivid understanding.
Taking ownership of choices
made on life's journey
paths
followed brought relief from sufferance
in
search of peaceful solitude.
The
defining instance lingered
in a final moment of merciful surrender.
No longer fighting unnatural forces,
emotions were absolved, vanishing into the universe.
All purpose is awakening into the present moment.
Set free like dust dissipated by the fluid wind
The reality of the cost of the toll paid
by a lost and forgotten soul,
enduring man made stigmas,
rooted delusions of missing earthly time served.
Never surrendering to self fulfilled prophecy,
the release of poignant emotional energy
into the sultry surreal air, heightened awareness.
The ethereal energy brought the dramatic howling Coyote to his feet!
Breaking silence... celebrating his nocturnal freedom
with the man in the moon...
The sounds of silence came alive...
in a final moment of merciful surrender.
No longer fighting unnatural forces,
emotions were absolved, vanishing into the universe.
All purpose is awakening into the present moment.
Set free like dust dissipated by the fluid wind
The reality of the cost of the toll paid
by a lost and forgotten soul,
enduring man made stigmas,
rooted delusions of missing earthly time served.
Never surrendering to self fulfilled prophecy,
the release of poignant emotional energy
into the sultry surreal air, heightened awareness.
The ethereal energy brought the dramatic howling Coyote to his feet!
Breaking silence... celebrating his nocturnal freedom
with the man in the moon...
The sounds of silence came alive...
Yip yip Awoooh...
© 2012, 2013 Harlon Rivers
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