(The mountains south of Taos, NM)
It is winter
I sort through the ashes of my life
Remember the storms past
And yet…I remain
All is quiet
Waiting with expectation
Each day a short climb
Bundles of ideas in every corner
Thunderbolts light the landscape in all directions
You bring joy to me
Trapped in the desert
Where all is dry, nothing damp
We are but husks of our former selves
Rustle like dry stalks in the corn fields
Sounds heard in hot summer wind
I might be shook up by this thought
Were it not true
9 thoughts on “September 22, 2012 Sunday Whirl Wordle #75”
I really like how you describe the scene because the reader can feel your depth of love for it in the descriptions. Very reflective look at life and all that it means to you.
It must be a constant worry to live in a tinder box. Lovely poem.
Once again, your individuality shines through your words, Annell. I love how you interpret life through the environment you inhabit,
Your thoughts fill the desert. ‘Ideas in every corner’ just waiting for your pen… delightful.
I can tell you love where you live, Annell. I love the last stanza.
your surroundings are your muse, it seems….I feel the same about my seaside domain…delightful poetry….
The first half of my life was on the sea side, I didn’t know how to “really” appreciate the lushness of life where land and sea met. It seemed the “flatness” of the coastal land and sky was oppressive to me. Now I am in the desert — a dry, hard, austere way of life for man and animals. I have learned to appreciate small things. Thanks for your comments. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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I like the effects of aging you capture so well in the words: We are but husks of our former selves Rustle like dry stalks in the corn fields. I hear it, see it, feel it in this poem. Your love of your environment is so clear. I liked this piece.
I absolutely love this!