Saturday Bird Songs
Silently Lost behind the
Western most peak
On the horizon
Early Morning moon
All is still
Except for
A cacophony of bird song
A woman has written
Words like petals
Colorful and sweet
The monitor glows
Her staff the Keyboard
Years ago her home
Was a pit house
Foundation of stone
Her touchstone
A warrior/hunter
Man she loved
Now many generations later
She calls to her former self
Her own Grandmother
Of long ago
Locks her eyes upon
The horizon
Watches for a dust devil
To rise the powdered dust
From the desert floor
After awhile
Her eyes return
To the monitor
Her fingers to the keys
Sprinkle more petals
On the page
To be sung in
Saturday morning key
annellannell 
This is so lovely, Annell, and it took me right back too, to the young maiden, her warrior spouse, images of dust devils rising under the horses’ hooves. You lifted me up and away then set me gently back down. Thank you.
Thanks so much for your comment! Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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This is beautiful.
Thanks Mary for your comment…. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Mine too. We’re. W
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The final two lines are an amazing sound off the tongue. I really like this one.
Beautiful poem, Annell! I love this image:
“A woman has written
Words like petals
Colorful and sweet
The monitor glows
Her staff the Keyboard”
I felt lost in ‘her’ contemplation as she thinks..in time to the bird song..always we must turn to the page..the words..images..beautiful petals..happy easter to you all x
I could wake to many a morning like this…
Thanks for your visit.
Something slightly askew with your link in Mr. Linky, but was able to be redirected.
I love the idea of your forebears being your former self. This is so satisfying knowing your children’s children will be you later.
Thanks for your comments Brian! Perhaps that is where the eternal is….we will continue through the children…and they through their children? Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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There is a lonely life, and then there is a life that chooses, at a certain age, to live alone. What a beautiful portrait you have painted, both of present and the past.
Elizabeth
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Interesting that my write would take you there. But you are so right. Thanks for your comment. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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petals as words, words as petals — beautiful write for spring (eternal)
Thank you so much! 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 http://www.geoform.net
What Nan said. Word petals. And grandmother. Lovely write, Annell.
Thanks for your comment! Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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I like this part taken on its own: “After awhile Her eyes return”
smiles…sprinkle those petals….i like the smell of them…ha…
calling to your old self as well is a cool touch…
happy april annell
Sprinkling petals on a page: delightful image!
Awhirl with Richard Wright
Annell, you are so talented, I’m so glad I know you…