Painted Desert

Poem By Richard Bunch

sunsets aflame
dance
fiercest orange
yielding red
fists of clay

Indian brushes
blush
crimson
thunderstorms
paint
when rain
hammers
those
petaled arms

juniper
bullsnakes
wind-scarped
hills: these
faces too
fold
into silence

Comments about Painted Desert

Richard - I have been there several times, and you describe it beautifully. Nice imagery. Linda


Rating Card

5,0 out of 5
2 total ratings

Other poems of BUNCH

Unveiling


We kiss beneath white wild stars
and open this earthly summer.

The Port Of San Francisco

A windy, clear day
in the soul of the body’s wartime-
gray.

Degrees Of Green At Goat Rock

from here you can watch
waves blaze into

horizons that bleed and stretch

Women At The Russian River

“Sorta cigar shaped, ” she urged.

“Go get the ball, Orbis, ” said another.

Existential Predicament

Our voices no longer tend to unison
In these boats drifting across dark waters,
No renaissance culls an older wisdom
From city lights or pain’s empty daughter.

Composition

You get masked by the lines sometimes
like bluish dye, in the shape of
a wolf’s rib, shot through frost
or that other tigress, fire, though