Tuesday, July 18, 2017

THE VIEW FROM MY WINDOW/ dVerse

THE VIEW FROM MY WINDOW 

i never cease to be amazed               i look up                      and from my window

i see a landscape of mountains         all summer                 it has been through a veil of smoke

still, beautiful                                      white puffy clouds      layered again a clear blue sky

reflect a soft dark blue           the color of the mountains     the sage brush



extends to the horizon                        or to the foot of the mountains         whichever comes first

a low-intensity green              around the courtyard              is a low adobe wall               

terra cotta                               most days                               the sun shines brightly                                              
even in the time of the monsoons     afternoons become a deep blue        the sky turns dark



a little rain cools the steamy mesa   shadows fall across the portal           blue violet

all the way to my window                  and it is here…                                    I think of you

July 18, 2017                                                  


            

16 comments:

  1. Oh.....I wish you could have heard the big sigh that escaped from me at the last words of your post. Beautiful imagery here....how I would love a time-lapsed photo of the scene outside your window...that could show all the changes in one lovely image. Thanks for posting to the prompt!

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  2. So beautiful. You paint a lovely picture with your words. Loved the ending.

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  3. Lovely cleave poem. It's so hard to get them to come out right, but this one works beautifully.

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  4. The formatting of your poem and the way the reader has to jump around while reading it made me think of reading it in little breaths, or as if the poem was breathing. It's quite clever!

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  5. I, too, like to let my lines wander about the pages, creating word silhouettes, ink blot
    groupings & places to breathe or contemplate. Are you in AZ or NM? I love to visit the SW, but my body prefers the temperate clime of the west coast, midst forests & mountain ranges.

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  6. Blue Violet all the way up to my window - you make me see it! Wonderful!

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  7. You are talented playing with pattern, both in the format of the poem and, of course, in your art. You describe what I am experiencing here in Reno. At first I wondered but then I think I remember where you are.

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  8. Nice description of the view from your window and how that gives you the memory, mentioned in the last line, of someone else.

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  9. So beautiful. I envisioned the mountains, the sky, your terra cotta wall........just lovely.

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  10. You truly painted a gorgeous picture with both your words and your descriptions - I could see all of it my mind. And at the end...sigh.

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  11. What a wonderful window view! "blue violet

    all the way to my window"...my favorite lines.

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  12. Some beautiful images. The fractured effect is so interesting. I keep trying to physically read it in different ways, as if I'm putting together a jigsaw puzzle.

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  13. The shape of your poem helps me to visualise the scene and I love the way you word-paint with colour: the 'soft dark blue... of the mountains'; the 'low-intensity green' of the sage brush'; the terra cotta adobe wall; and the blue violet shadows.

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  14. blue violet
    all the way to my window
    and it is here…
    I think of you

    It certainly brings wonderful memories, annell. The ambiance may be made conducive to think of someone dear to one's heart!

    Hank

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  15. So beautiful. I envisioned the mountains, the sky, your terra cotta wall........just lovely.

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