The day the sand dunes withdrew

The day the sand dunes withdrew

A Poem by Christie Moses

There is a space that is never filled...a void where all the darkness flows. That is where alone resides.


it is

dense as fog at two a.m. in fresno


arid as parched tongues in sahara



within this myriad miles of void

empty sand stitched patchwork

like honeyed fingers of

such an arresting nothing


solitude with his southern diction

(wily one

 is ever present in this sting of tumbleweeds

he kicks his seductive heels up

pulling his hat brim low

takes a rough hand in

drawing long and slow on his fine cigar

smoke swirls seep this bluegrass wind

his stern lips of retribution pursed 


the smooth croon from his acoustic

drifts like heavy nostalgia

breaking her like cracked up roots

onto the sweat stained earth

gathering to the suffering

 of forgotten....

seldom in rememberance of....

and eyes that never will forget


here is the realm she travels

like regret and naked feet

to his magnetic and vagrant beat


© 2011 Christie Moses

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Driving south from Fresno offers some of the best desert riding imaginable; the road is flat, the wind sometimes objectionable, the sand soul-stealing, and the sunshine incredibly arrogant...through it all man is it fun...!!

Your poetic insight is amazing...!


Posted 9 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


Whoa. Your poetry is like some finely aged whiskey, the recipe and formula for which has been lost...and each bottle becomes more precious as the last bottle comes ever closer...of course due to the highly intoxicating character we never conceive the end, and so look back with a wistful yearning for at least just another glass...

so here I sit, and sip with a nostalgic pang. You read like a familiarly poignant favored memory, though disturbing in effect your writing is somehow comforting. Like real life you pain as you joy. Such talent

Posted 6 Years Ago

This work just flow with imagery...
as I read down the passage of this one...
you create the mood and the site for us....
...and we just follow along the lines..

Posted 6 Years Ago

A splendid descriptive poem...Thank you for sharing...:)..................

Posted 7 Years Ago

Such a poet you are. Your words dazzle.

Posted 8 Years Ago


8 Years Ago

Are you new here?
Christie Moses

8 Years Ago

no, just haven't been around in a while.

8 Years Ago

Welcome back.
Good poem with a real kind of American feeling, a sort of lyrical road movie,a good tempo.Love the last line.

Posted 9 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Again, I really enjoyed this. I often have a hard time with this type of poetry. So unsure of its meaning; it's more a wash of emotion, like I feel when playing or listening to music. What better way to broaden my horizons than on a desert dune, alone with Solitude? :) Thanks for the read!

Posted 9 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

powerful imagery... I'd be inclined to nix the similes and go for the full metaphors (ie remove the 'like' eg 'like cracked up roots', often more emotive and take the reader in deeper. Great write

Posted 9 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A nostalgic feel I think you seem to have a demeanor all your own bravo

Posted 9 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ironically, alone with solitude -- because here 'he' has a face; so not so alone when one puts it into words. Interesting...but irrelevant. This is a mysterious and evocative work of imagery which bears fruit in feeling. And from a subject which has no definitive persona of its own is created the personification of that feeling. An achievement in itself when trying to convey that subjective feeling to others. A barren landscape from a Spaghetti Western - but without the spaghetti.

Posted 9 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christie Moses

8 Years Ago

Was going back rereading some of these comments and just had to say thanks for the insight in this o.. read more

8 Years Ago

My pleasure! ;)
I could picture the Duke as Solitude, disappearing into the sunset with this one. Great imagery.

Posted 9 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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27 Reviews
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Added on June 27, 2011
Last Updated on June 30, 2011
Tags: lessons, pain, memory, solitude, alone, empty, ache


Christie Moses
Christie Moses

middle of nowhere, KY

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