River of Stones: A stone is one daily observation.
This day began gloriously. (I am in my courtyard, looking back over my house, which has chickens on the roof, for Mabel Dodge.)
In the afternoon, as I worked in the studio, I was aware that clouds were building up.
The afternoon was clear.
The day ended and the sky reminded me of a lovely Indian blanket.
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http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2011/07/24/wordle-14/
Under Blue Skies
Eyes cast across landscape
As if in the blink of an eye
Image rendered in sand, sage
And endless blue sky
One can only marvel
Clouds form fantastic shapes
Summer day holds its’ breath
Suddenly twisting dirt devils
In desert sand
Gilding the landscape
Brightly reflected
Scan the desert floor
For the devils’ red pencil
Indian paint brush blooms
In searing red
Like earth’s pure blood
Scattered among the dusty sage
Late afternoon showers
Or “walking rain”
Form curtain above
Deep blue mountains
Nothing reprehenisible
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dVerse prompt: My Shoes
My Shoes
I wouldn’t get far
Without shoes
They protect me
From the rocks and stickers
Strewn about
The desert floor
The souls of my feet are soft
And need protection
From Rocks and stickers
From snow
And sometimes from the
Pain of loving you
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Sunday Scribblings prompt #277 Distant
You are my Destination
Are we there yet
Coming from the back
Seat of the car
How far is it
How to measure the distance
From here to there
How long will it take
When I think of you
Questions form
Like clouds in the
New Mexico sky
annellannell 
sometimes souls do need protecting from the road we walk…nice verse annell
Thanks for your comment! Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
annell@taosnet.com http://www.annelllivingston.com http://www.somethingsithinkabout-annell-annell.blogspot.com https://annellannell.wordpress.com
Beautiful pics of what must have been a quite lovely day!
My shoes– sometimes we really do need protection
Love the reflections on distance!
aeria
I loved your shoe poem, Annell. I can definitely see why one would need shoes to walk in the desert. I would hate to step on a cactus. And oh, the hot sand. The ending was intense. Yes, shoes needed for that reason too!
This is all so beautiful, prose and pictures. A lovely read.
I loved every beautiful photo and every beautiful word! Lovely.
Gorgeous photos (I think it would be tough to take an un-gorgeous photo, where you are)! I like your shoe poem very much. Sometimes our soles/souls do need protecting…
It is tough to measure distances, isn’t it? That last stanza is lovely and intense. Thank you.
Thank you for your comment. You are right! Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
annell@taosnet.com http://www.annelllivingston.com http://www.somethingsithinkabout-annell-annell.blogspot.com https://annellannell.wordpress.com
I have to call a foul. It’s not fare for the rest of us to have to write poetry without being able to pull from the beauty where you live. What is it like to live in a prompt as large as the eye can see?
You are right. It isn’t fair! Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
annell@taosnet.com http://www.annelllivingston.com http://www.somethingsithinkabout-annell-annell.blogspot.com https://annellannell.wordpress.com
Wonderful pictures!
I really liked what you did with the wordle words! (I found them difficult this week!) I loved the imagery. . .
“Summer day holds its’ breath”
and
“Indian paint brush blooms
In searing red
Like earth’s pure blood
Scattered among the dusty sage”
Lovely writing Annell. 🙂
You have the most fantastic views!
Enjoyed all your beautiful poems. My favorite was the shoes.
you write exactly where you are from, as though the landscape doesn’t exist outside of you, but rather paints you from within.
xo
erin