August Challenge: "Camping Out"

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    August Challenge: "Camping Out"

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    The prompt for this month's challenge, as chosen by toddm is: Camping Out

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    Final Pine

    A place
    untouched

    by human hands
    too tremulous to tackle
    terrain or temperature
    to construct
    another abominable
    concrete menagerie
    to encroach upon nature.

    Peaks play peek-a-boo
    with a patchwork quilt
    of cumulus clouds
    as dall sheep,
    warmed by weighty wool
    in their lofty locale,
    keep to rocky steeps
    where predators cannot leap.

    Sitka Spruce
    bear witness to peace
    and rustle so sweet
    to celebrate
    their seven hundred rings

    never once disturbed
    by the horrible clatter
    screamed by progress
    birthing a cement regret.

    How I'd pined to await
    the last, long good night
    bathed in Northern Lights
    with a trapper's shack
    blessed by sod insulation
    as my sole companion
    and utmost consolation

    but despite a decade
    of pitiful pleas,
    never fickle fate
    offered only
    its middle finger
    and refused to agree.

    Wild Alaska
    beckons me
    in her husky whisper
    though she knows full well
    that camping out
    in an oxygen tent
    mottled
    by garish monitor glare

    is as close as I'll get

    yet still she patiently waits

    to first embrace
    and then perfectly place
    my sooty remains

    upon Denali's

    pristine south face.


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    California Camping

    branches broken
    leaves scattered
    sparks fly
    kindling catches
    wind extinguishes
    sparks fly
    flame dances
    fire roars
    tinder melts
    spirits flow
    campers roar
    marshmallows melt
    ember flies
    leaves catch
    campers flee
    Smokey cries
    I find that my lack of knowledge can sometimes be an asset in that I'm forced to try new things because I don't have any other options.

  4. #4
    Man Out of Time

    Reduced to camping out at home,
    he lives the life he knows.
    But fearfully now.
    Sharpened stakes in hand-hewned holes
    defend the land he saved.

    Alone in a homeland without a home,
    his father, god and memories
    stem panic fear and dread
    of alien eyes that are on him.
    Death waits in far places.

    He hunts under the camera’s eye
    and makes the news abroad.
    For thirty years a diversion,
    fodder for assertions
    that something should be done.

    He knows nor cares of the world beyond
    the jungle of his birth.
    His only quest to stay alive,
    survive as he was taught
    and honour his birthright.

    The faithful canopy his shield,
    dependable stars his guide,
    he survives alone
    in a shattered world
    and waits to join his tribe.

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    Overnight in Coeur d'Alene

    The sky is broken, a jeweled night spills out.
    The watchful crows departed like shadows
    to pursue the dying-coal of daylight
    far into the darkening forest-deeps.
    Dry wood burns best and brightest,
    with less smoke. Our lives are leaves,
    poised and pierced by firelight,
    shifting and shivering in the wind,
    in the sharp unfocus of the season
    disturbed by blustery weather.
    We sleep in the open air; dreams come strong,
    fragrant with cedar and damp earth:
    dreams of owls and powdered moths,
    of crickets and distant singing-frogs
    all along the slumbering river.
    The wind is dark in the tallest trees;
    the morning will find us here.

  6. #6
    Camping Memories


    I read the post, the subject-camping out.
    I secreted myself in my most comfortable chair,
    Broken springs and tattered leather extraordinaire,
    So I could line up throughout.

    I thought of stone walls and cages
    “He’s dead Jim” and “That’s Inconceivable.”
    Now to make my “Holy Plot Twist’s” believable,
    So you remember this for the ages.

    Camping is for relaxation or instruction
    So I needed a professional, someone who couldn’t be bluffed.
    I went and asked H.R. Puff-n-Stuff,
    to help me with this production.

    Then I went to see Herman and Lilly
    But Grand Pa was such a pain in the neck.
    Then to their cousins, such a dreary trek.
    Gomez and Morticia were like fine porcelain from Chantilly.

    My last resource was out at sea
    So a boat I did charter
    I fear I’ll become a martyr
    because finding them is no guarantee.

    I’ve finished this campy ballad burlesque.
    I’m curious; did you find that you reminisced?
    About things from the past, a first lovers kiss?
    I do so hope it wasn’t grotesque.
    "Illegitimi non carborundum " Vinegar' Joe Stilwell

    "Faith is taking the first step, even when you don't see the whole staircase." Martin Luther King Jr.

    What you learn in life is important, those you help learn, are more important.

    "They can because they think they can."
    ​Virgil

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    [cleaved from daily grind]

    grip hold of zipper
    guy ropes strained to breaking point
    tent pole erected

    pour fuel on camp fire
    embrace great enlightenment
    snuggle in cocoon


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    Neath Starry Skies

    .
    Under canvas I underwent
    the sleeping bag, heaven sent
    dim the light to consent
    a glimpse of stars through the vent.

    To sounds of night, I relent
    chirping crickets ever-present
    hooting owls and less frequent
    the nightingale's sweet lament.

    All this fresh air has left me spent
    breathing in the meadow scent
    I wish to dream in this content
    so close my eyes...with intent.

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