Saturday, September 7, 2013

September 7, 2013 Sunday Whirl #125 Traces of the Past/Real Toads/Poets United Pantry#166

San Francisco de Asis, Ranchos de Taos (back view)
(Image from the internet)

Traces of the Past

The world is full of 
Magic and intrigue
Answers you seek 
Can change 
Like the weather
A sunny morning
Becomes 
A rainy afternoon

Stains on the carpet
Leave traces of 
The past
But give no clue
To the future


You can't go home again
You walk the avenue
An individual path
Well worn and used


The sound of the bell 
Often heard 
Heralds things to come
Or call to prayer
At the old adobe church
In the center of town
Sunlight streams
Through open windows

The dimension 
Of the world
You travel 
Depends on you

Note:  San Francisco de Asis, in Rancho de Taos, is the most painted and most photographed church in the United States.








Prompt:  pay, stains, center, bell, dimension, intrigue,
magic, only, used, avenue, answer, change

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REAL TOADS  Prompt:  ink blots


(image from the internet)

Tea in the Forest

The gentle Deer
Watches me
From sheltered
Hiding place
Behind the tree

As I watch Rabbit
Dressed for tea
Dance the dance
For all to see

Blossoms
A great disguise
For tea
Red flowers in
Your hair

Friends gather
Round
For rituals
Of tea
Has to be done
Just this way
A tradition
You say

You arrive
In time
Past and present
Shake hands
And rhyme

Dressed in your finest
Greenery and wine
Hold out your hands
Embrace everyone

Tea for you
Tea for me
Tea for all
Will the Hatter pour

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Poets United Poetry Pantry #166



(Image from the Internet)
GOLDEN COINS
Scratching
Through
The bottom
Of the barrel
Hollow sound
No golden coins

Hole in the toe
Pockets turned
Wrong side out
Resources
Stretched thin
No golden coins

Purse empty
Stares back
Expressionless
Deadbeat
Palms empty
No golden coins

Rainbow's end
With pot of gold
Elusive
Here I sit alone
Bills pile up
Cupboard's bare
No golden coins







14 comments:

  1. Wisdom in your poetry ~~ for the ages.

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  2. What an intriguing building.......wow! Annell, your poem is so beautiful. I especially love the truth, wisdom and awareness of your closing lines.

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  3. love the line on the stains in the carpet leading ot the past but not dictating the future...very true....you can go home though, i can attest to that...

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  4. I love the last stanza of your whirl piece, Annell. Thank you for sharing that church with us. It is beautiful, and your description of light at play... Love it.

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  5. An unusual structure for a church!! Very interesting this adobe brick construction and the history it holds!!

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  6. Those open windows underline the freedom to choose one's own path...wise, well structured, written in truth...

    Elizabeth

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  7. Yes, it is up to us to appreciate the beauty of the world as each of us see things differently through our own eyes.

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  8. Annell, I loved your first poem, I have a love for churches. Really nicely done on all three pieces.

    Pamela

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  9. Came back and found two other great writes! I especially resonate with the last one, hee hee, as you know!

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  10. The dimension
    Of the world
    You travel
    Depends on you...


    ...indeed. Enjoyed your words and images.

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  11. The dimension
    Of the world
    You travel
    Depends on you-

    The above line really fits for me.I fell in love with this church long before I ever saw it. The work of Georgia O'Keeffe and Ansel Adams- their images brought about a craving to see this place. So in 2012 there I was, photographing this place I loved for over and hour.

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  12. ah, careful, they want us to chase the pot of gold but its a myth...cause he who has the gold makes the game...smiles.

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