"talimena" poems
he swore it was Sasquatch
who mauled him at his camp
when the last logs were but
hissing embers in his pit
others spotted them
in the Ouachitas--a pastor, constable
and my own son, likely high on hash,
said he heard Bigfoot's heavy rumbling
in a light rain
I was the doc on call,
when the man's pick up rolled to a dead stop
at the ER door--addled, he swore the beast
brought him to us, without ever having
been in his truck's cab
I hadn't seen such lacerations
except when self induced, but the man
did not waver from his story:
at quarter past four
on the clock, he was flung, down bag
and body both, into the deep snow
the creature made entreaties without words,
but his wild, sour moans, the man proclaimed, may
have been nothing but the beast begging to be left
alone to remain a mystery
one never solved,
kept alive around other’s fires,
by those who did not let them wane,
who fed the blaze and kept it roaring,
to keep the beast at bay
yet invisible, but alive another day
just beyond the fires' searching light
silent, eternal in the mythic night
Sasquatch, Sasquatch
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
Packing the car to find religion
the idea to leave town by mutual decision.
Load the fam and my senorita
check maps and head for Talimena
On the interstate rockin and groovin
music helps keep the miles movin
Headlights on as night is near
Shadows get thicker watch out for deer
Two green specs at the roadside, now six
a brown flash jumps by on sticks.
Always the does first , not the buck.
Hitting wildlife makes a weekend ****
Get to the motel very late
tomorrow's day with nature must wait.
A new day now we find Route One.
Talimena Drive a road built for fun.
The fall colors are vivid, the air is cool
It is timeless..today I'm nobody's tool.
Red,gold,crimson,yellow,orange,green
a world painted with so many colors seen.
A day blessed to spend in God's wonder.
to see Talimena before winter slumber
by Daniel Bottoms
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC