Texas Wesleyan Rambler (Fort Worth, Tex.), Vol. 46, No. 24, Ed. 1 Thursday, March 30, 1972 Page: 4 of 10
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VOLUME 8
Texas Wesleyan College, Fort Worth, Texas, Thursday, March 30, 1972
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Each poem is
authorized by
Pat Wormwood
Shivering, superficial, colored jnfluxes,
degradations all. Sensual, shimmering iightwaves,
glowing flowing; mesmeric touches
spouting forth, enveloping, sapphirical overlays.
Irrational! Developing, cataclysmic rushes,
kneeling melodramatically in spasmodic convulsions
ot spiritual upheavals. Mind and soul in clutches,
staggering under weighted, empowered revulsion.
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Vast, unworldly worlds flashing between glances,
distorted, multi-dimensional. Color blinded spectrum
blosscming into raging radiance — metaphysical trances.
Beholdl Young castaways in undefisble pretension. ^
Sc passes surrealistic imagery into memory's deposits,
and realism resumes, suffering breath upon breath,
lire upon life. But which is what and what is not?
Beheld the equal sensation of life £nd death.
The Journeys
I walked the cottonwood trail.
knotted here and there with cedar and pine.
My companion, (a scratchy-bearded grandpa
holding his life by the tail),
stretched his cane before every step,
and left his labored footprints broken in the sand.
He hobbled and hitched, snorted and coughed,
looked into the cold, raw wind with what vision he had left,
and talked, with tears in his winter eyes,
about how nothing had changed — all was the same.
We stood before his tree, bark-cracked and wind-worn,
with twisted limbs in a crudely-shaped spire;
and through that favorite stand of limbs
stretched the low, flatland, black-belted mountains.
shimmering burnt golden under the day-old sun,
and the old man's eyes too, blazed the same gold flame.
We stood in silence for the longest eternity,
his breath steaming i0(tired, saddened gasps
that softened and slowed as we gazed, hands in pockets.
I saw his thoughts wander behind his clouded eyes.
His memories seeped through and slipped past
in uneasy leisure across his wind-colored face.
He raised his arm and pointed past the inlet
to a grey and scrap-sunken building, roof reflecting the sky.
As he pointed, he spoke in rich, graveled sounds.
and reached out. touched, and caressed the old shack
with his wisdomed words. And he saw himself
in my youth becoming partners again with the ground,
smooth and fertile — the maker of his own flesh.
"I grew with this tree, and this land—handsome and black,
and plowed the deepest and truest of the delta.
My land flowered, my fai$l y grew and was blessed.
Everythij^gp is gone now. My friend became my enemy.
My family joined the land. They lie in the grove
of trees to the_ east.
I'll never forget her smile."
He whispered to hide the lonely tremors
that choked his voice with tears, and even I
felt the half-starved, saddened despair that drove
the old man to a sickened rage deep within himself.
I only stood as a child involved in ancient memories.
W e never ventured past the splintered fenceposts.
and as the afternoon spilled its frost clouds
down our collars, we turned away together.
and without looking back, walked down the road.
Neither of us spoke: I threw stones at the tree
and shuffled my feet in the sand. His arm crossed my shoulder
and remained there throughout the winter.
I visit him summers in the eastern grove.
Both of them-smile at me.
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Texas Wesleyan Rambler (Fort Worth, Tex.), Vol. 46, No. 24, Ed. 1 Thursday, March 30, 1972, newspaper, March 30, 1972; Fort Worth, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth771416/m1/4/: accessed July 7, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Texas Wesleyan University.