February 18, 2011 Sunday Whirl #44

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

17 thoughts on “February 18, 2011 Sunday Whirl #44

  1. 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 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

        annell@taosnet.com http://www.annelllivingston.com http://www.somethingsithinkabout-annell-annell.blogspot.com https://annellannell.wordpress.com

  2. 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

  3. 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

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