Saturday January 6, 2013 Sunday Whirl 90 and deVerse


Image from the internet – Sisters

Home for the Holidays
Just between you and me
There was so much tumult
So long ago…
On that December night

When I think of it
Pain in my chest
Takes my breath away
I dare not venture out
Bitter words surround me
Each step I take
Like a mine field
I should be practiced
In the art of survival

I go within
Find clarity
In the fire
Of my very soul
All unkindness
Burned away
I awaken giddily
To a new day


listen, giddy, tumult, breath, venture, bitter

step, practice, within, clarity, fire, awake

Though I can not explain the reason, not all homecomings are good.

deVerse  Prompt was to write about peace.


Canyon de Chelly
Sitting still upon the ridge
Listening to desert symphony
Sounds of the wind
Blowing through the canyon

The grand father takes the two boys
By the hand
Explains how the trees
Casting dappled shadows
Growing in the bottom
Were not there
When he was a boy

Watch carefully
Desert sands rise up
And begin to dance
Leaves shiver and shake

Water stains run
Down the canyon wall
People lived here
Long ago
Another way
Another life
Left no trace

Except for the dwellings
In the walls of the canyon
Moved east followed water
Life was difficult
Yet their way was peace
The sound of the wind
In the canyon

Note:  It all happened just this way, my first visit to Cayon de Chelly, a peaceful place in Arizona.