Sunday June 24, 2012 Sunday Whirl #62

Memory of Southern Still Life

Open the window

In floats the heavy sweet scent

Of magnolia and jasmine

The memory scraps

A part of the montage

That was my first life

Ample and flawed

Demons like insects

Trapped in amber

Chiseled in granite

“Still Life”

My domain was bracketed

By the whistle from the train

Lonely sound

Heard each evening

Just about sunset

June 3, 2012 Sunday Whirl #59


Sunday Whirl  #59

New Mexico Thunderstorm

At the edge of the desert

You stand at the beginning

As you look at the horizon

You recognize the glow

You have seen it before

You crouch as if

To see it more clearly

Lightening burst across the sky

The world is split around you

There is a crash of thunder

Again like a chisel

Splitting the world

On one side you are whole

On the other

Your heart is pierced

And yet still beats

You crumple to the desert floor

And realize you are

Bloody and bruised

You draw all of your strength

To stand again

To begin again

At the edge of the desert

A wildfire burns

Note: Today a wildfire still burns in the south, the largest in New Mexico history, started by lightening.  The wind has it out of control.  It is said, it can be seen from space.