It is the time of the year of the monsoons. Each afternoon, clouds gather, rain is promised, even if it does not fall in my yard, it usually rains somewhere in the thirsty mountains.
We Write Poetry #66 Documentary Poem
Documentary Poem
Each day
I take the tempretature
Have a look around
Check the pulse
Make notes
Plan my day
Follow the plan
Into all the unexpected
Adventures
I do not travel far
Have all that I need
Set my course
Take a breath
Dive in
Write
Paint
I document my life
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What a beautiful vista, in your photo. I love the poem: “I document my life.” Yes, that is what we are doing.
“thirsty mountains” LOVE it!
We have some mighty thirsty hills here, and have for some time in this drought.