Far From Home
I nestle into my seat
Hear the whistle blow
Toss and turn — restless
Anxious for the destination
The scorched plains of the desert
Follow the shadowy canyons
Sprinkled with seeps
The landscape appears smudgy
As the heat rises
Base camp for ghosts
The blinding sun light
Creates bizarre territory
Balance hard to find
And hard to know the core
Sores appear on heels and ankles
But still I pull up boot straps
Alone in the desert
Far from home
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I just love thinking about the desert, with its heat rising, as a base camp for ghosts….I can picture AND feel that!
Oh, I love this. Multi-layered like the canyons themselves in that beautiful photo. Good one, Annell!
Sherry How are you? The sun shines brilliantly here. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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The photo is rich, and so is the poem. “sprinkled with seeps”–like that! Thank you.
been far too long since i was in the desert…and careful those bootstaps dont snap you know….smiles
As with the desert, life too can be harsh can’t it?
Lovely weave of words.
This grates like sand on fragile skin..whether the desert is in the head or experienced in the flesh..there is a heavy..haunting train trip of emotion..but still beautifully drawn..Jae
Dear Jae thanks so much for your comment! You are so right, no way to get around it. Hope all goes well for the count down. hugs xoxoxoxo Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Thank you..hugs back x
And I came back again because you are still writing..and beautifully..Jae x
Dear Jae You are the sweetest.
I guess what I meant was that the words, don’t seem to be locked in the barn, banging on the door wanting out.
I am in that “still” place… Even the wind isn’t blowing No movement in the sage Coyote hasn’t been bye Fox sleeps in his den Quail is somewhere else The branches of the trees Where the Ravens Usually hang Are empty… Beau sleeps in the sun
I am painting “Visual poetry” Without words forming In my mind Or on my lips Sand is running Through the hour glass In slow motion So quickly Crashing to the floor The sun sinks into Spectacular color The day isn’t long enough I look up and even You are not there
I decided after the last piece (Colors were red and yellow) I wanted something more sophisticated I decided I would work with Only one color Drawn from the color box
My new brochure came I will send one to you I am getting ready to Do a big mailing (To galleries and museums)
Each day I think I will go out Haven’t been out since Monday Cupboard is bare Was supposed to go to The museum tonight Now I am too tired
Actually, I’ve finished early Even so, each direction I look There is no small job to finish Or start… I think I will have a little Lie down before dinner Then take a hot bath
Were you able to see Downton Abby? If not, you will rent it. It has been wonderful! Something to look forward too. I know you like to finish your day, with a beer and TV.
Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Annell- I like your determination to go on.
Such a sense of loneliness. Frightening in its intensity.
And, that is why I love the desert. I didn’t see the poem as negative, but that is because the southwestern desert has had a hold on my heart since I first saw it at the age of twelve. That does not make it any less a lonely place, or a dangerous place, as you say, full of ghosts. The photograph is gorgeous.
margo
Thanks for your comment… “austere like love.” Yes, the desert holds my heart… Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Annell, I love “Balance hard to find / And hard to know the core” – I like how you juxtaposed those two wordle words. And the imagery of a “Base camp for ghosts” – it’s so evocative.
Richard
Oooh “alone in the desert – far from home”…. wonderful closing image – and agree with all the photograph is a stunner!