'In the Dark' Summer in the Badlands

I’m not much for composing poetry, in fact, I don’t even know if this qualifies as a poem.  It  just kind of fell out of my fingers tonight.

Summer in the Badlands badlands

Sitting in the creek to stay cool

we laugh and sink in the silt.

Clothes dry quickly as

we kindle a fire, small at first but raging and smoky to

repel mosquitoes later.

The moon rises over the hill and

coyotes yip in serenade of it’s beauty.

Footsteps in the dark awaken us.

Our tent feels inadequate and we peek out

through the zippered flap.

A tall doe peers back before moving

on to drink.

Image credit to  http://www.flickr.com/photos/larachris/

This post is part of my participation in MomDot’s PR Blackout week. I’ll be posting about all things “In The Dark.”  I hope you’ll also turn inward. To think about your voice. To think about your goals and to pull it all together for a week of unique content.  If you do, please share your posts in the linky widget located here.



  1. I like the familiar “we” in the poem. Though it’s a mystery who the “we” is, it’s easy to identify with the wonder and vibe of the night.

  2. I really liked it. I actually understood it. That’s when I like poetry the most. honest, authentic and understandable! It painted an inspiring picture! 🙂 thanks for sharing.


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