I heard the haunting voice of the western screech owl like a human voice shrieking through the dark puzzled thunder of night, it awakened my fretting mind, and illuminated my ebony memories. The voice, like rain pouring through the gaps in the weary hours of the night caused me to contemplate the absurdity, of my existence: And as I listened to the loneliness of a howling coyote, slinking through the night on jaunty haunches searching for the world’s missing symbols in the far distance of time and space, dawn’s glow like an apricot fire flowed down the startled mountain, like lava. As the heat bred eerie memories into my thoughts, the sound of my breath cutting through the mist, started unraveling, and I wept for all the hours that have vanished from my life.
About the Poet:
James, an octogenarian, is a Best of Web nominee and three time Pushcart nominee. He earned his doctorate from BYU, and his BS, and MA from California State Polytechnic University, SLO. He has had four collections of poetry; “Solace Between the Lines,” “Light,” “Ancient Rhythms,” and “The Silent Pond,” over 1,550 poems. 35 short stories and five novels published worldwide in over 225 different publications. He writes poetry to maintain his sanity, and hopes to succeed some day.