I drag my tired, sweating body high up Enchanted Rock, gaze out through the wind at what surely thrilled even the Comanche in their wildest cowboy fighting days. From this rock in the sky, I can see the ancient highway binding the horizons. I remember oceans on each end, all the stories written in the asphalt and the sky between. Civilization so long gone, only the old man in the ranger’s hat remembers anything but vultures, yet home lies just over that hill, down that endless road.
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And with a prose poem, that’s the end of another year of napowrimo. I managed to write poetry every day: 22 small stones and 12 long poems including 2 ghazals, 1 pantoum and 2 prose poems. I’ll write something more reflective of the experience in the next few days, but for now I’m happy I managed to do this.
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James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.
wonderful prose poem- and I will have to go back and ‘catch up’ on all you have written thus far.
Dropping by for the first time in a while after my own April rock climb… congratulations on the achievement! Looking forward to more of this beautiful imagery to come.
I’m really not familiar with many different forms of poetry and don’t really have the words to write about it. I just know that I love this prose poem you have written.