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Her fingers brushed my wrist --
The inside
Where a man's life
Rarely scars --
Resting for a heartbeat
On my only patch of rose petal skin,
Stirring that Phoenix within us all,
Still there,
Despite dusty decades.
© by Robert Walton.
Used with the author's permission.
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Robert Walton is a retired middle school teacher and a lifelong rock climber with many ascents in the Sierras and Pinnacles National Park. His publishing credits include works of science fiction, fantasy, and poetry. Robert’s historical novel, Dawn Drums, won the Tony Hillerman Prize for best fiction in the 2014 New Mexico Book Awards. Most recently, his book, Joaquin's Gold, was published as a paperback and a Kindle eBook. It offers fictional adventures about the famous California bandit, Joaquin Murrieta. Learn more about Robert at http://chaosgatebook.wordpress.com/.
 
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Lori Levy:
Beautiful language.
Posted 02/11/2017 08:51 PM
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Mary Lou Taylor:
Love the "dusty decades." And the tender touch.
Posted 02/11/2017 03:48 PM
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blueskies:
Whoa...This was so unexpectedly gripping.
Am on my 5th revisit. Many thanks, Robert.
Posted 02/11/2017 02:34 PM
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AllegraSilberstein:
What a beautiful poem...thank you.
Posted 02/11/2017 12:05 PM
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Jean :D:
A rough and rugged man, with a kind & sensitive heart,and an excellent poet. Hard to find that kind, glad you did.
Posted 02/11/2017 11:26 AM
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Glen Sorestad:
Beautiful poetic condensation. Well done, Robert.
Posted 02/11/2017 09:07 AM
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KevinArnold:
Yes. A poet's eye to highlight that protected inner wrist and the dusty decades.
Posted 02/11/2017 08:44 AM
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David:
Very nice. Love the simplicity and the rhythm.
Posted 02/11/2017 08:01 AM
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vscholtz:
Brief and beautiful tribute.
Posted 02/11/2017 06:04 AM
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