Wednesday July 20, 2011 dVerse/ A River of Stones/ Poets Asides

Angels Wait

Angels Wait

Sun shines

Guitar music floats through

Open door

An old man is dying

The family is waiting

Fans whir

To blow away summer’s heat

Clouds like cotton in the South

Picked and stacked

Waiting

Scan the sky

Hope for rain

Notes played on guitar

Fall upon the floor

In scattered patterns

Waiting

Angels float overhead

In the morning

The old man will be dead

Until then they hold their breath

Waiting

Edward Munch

 

A River of Stones

Russian Sage

A River of Stones/ One daily observation = one stone.

Russian sage in high mountain desert.  Loves hot summer sun.  Bees love to buzz the blossoms.

 

Poets Asides prompt #141 Empty

 

Desert Landscape

 

Desert Landscape

Landscape not empty

But austere

Like love

 

Not lush

But lean in

Its’ beauty

 

Like a line drawn on the floor

Start to finish

Nothing more

Nothing wasted

A singe purpose

A desert bare

2 thoughts on “Wednesday July 20, 2011 dVerse/ A River of Stones/ Poets Asides

  1. The first is beautiful in it’s measured look at the normalcy of death, and beneath the sorrow, continuity is all around us, as the second talks about what endures.(That first stanza is perfect, and it keeps that tightness to a strong close)

    I’ve traveled all over our country; there are few spots that can compare to the mountains and deserts of new Mexico. Lovely photos(as always) also.

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