Sunday, November 30, 2014

November 30, 2014 The Sunday Whirl/ Home for Christmas/Poets United Poets Pantry

Home for Chrsitmas


this morning was different              when i awakened
the sun was high above taos mountain

the sky streaked with the softest                            pinks creams blues & such
                                    usually it is dark as i leave for the studio

the stars still scattered in the sky                           fill my gaze
                                   
the moon bent toward the horizon
                                                plain   it has been a long night for him

a cold breeze finds it’s way through the window             chills my skin

this year’s harvest is slim                 the days pass with gathering speed

the commercial bright lights of the holidays                     out shines all that is real

in taos new mexico               in the darkness
                                                            soft footsteps & the sounds of rattles

the people prepare to celebrate                             the splendor of christmas

bonfires aglow                                               all is old          ancient

the sounds of the drums like heart beats              carry messages in the darkness
                                                                                   
snow is predicted                  it will be a white christmas at the pueblo this year



November 30, 2014


                                                                        

Saturday, November 29, 2014

November 29, 2014 Writers Digest 2014 November PAD Challenge/ We Make Mistakes -- deVerse

WE MAKE MISTAKES

we made mistakes

regret             won’t change what is past

if only one little wish could fix things                     when we learn better

ain't going to happen                        not in the world

so we have to live with our imperfections             our smallness

our ‘sins’                    the archer’s term      of missing the mark

here is the thing                    once we have learned          make amends

don’t do it again                    of course it seems once we learn

we get the lesson                  we don’t get another chance

opportunity comes round just once                        & we stumble through the best we can

pass it on to the young                     there are no do-overs in this life

knowing this              still we make mistakes

November 29, 2014





Friday, November 28, 2014

November 28, 2014 Writers Digest 2014 November PAD Challenge/ Thanksgiving 2014 & Isn't News

Thanksgiving 2014

no this year has not been as i would have wished

but then i don’t remember the universe asking me

it is a year i will not forget

yet i am grateful that you are no longer sick

i am grateful for family and friends

i am grateful for          the air i breathe

the water i drink

the food i eat

the bed where i rest

the home where i live

the studio where i work

the view of taos mountain

the clear blue new mexico sky

land of enchantment

the list could be endless

but most important is you

i am blessed beyond what i could ask

November 27, 2014

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Isn’t News

i wonder....                              there isn’t much on the news anymore

a lot of what they call news                         doesn’t inform

a lot about shopping                        

i guess you can expect no more in a capitalistic society

after all what is more important than shopping

and who gets the last barbie doll

but what about the black family in missouri whose son was shot

by a police office who was afraid

or a 12 year old boy in ohio

the news isn’t all black and white

some of it is silly

some of it is disrespectful

most of it doesn’t matter                              a lot of it isn’t news


November 28, 2014








Wednesday, November 26, 2014

November 26, 2014 Writers Digest 2014 Novermber PAD Challenge/ The Same Old Thing

The Same Old Thing

in the southwest                               most every day is the same

tick tock the hours pass                                the same old thing

the sun rises in the east                   above taos mountain

it shines brightly all day long                      the same old thing

it sets in the west                                                      glorious color

the same old thing                            tick tock

most days are filled with dust devils          riding the wind across the mesa

on another day  storm clouds gather on the horizon                   it might rain                                                               a few splashes on the sage

still...on another day              snow                                       but most days are sunny                            
it seems like the same old thing...the same old wonderful thing

there is something comfortable about sameness              reassuring

sameness makes you feel you know where you are                     and what will happen next

the landscape seems to be embedded in resin                 everything slow

November 26, 2014