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Climate
Change in New Mexico
The
storm
Is
remembered
Longed
for
Too
many days of
Sunshine
Leaves
me wistful
For
clouds of grey
A
change
In
the weather
In
this remote
Far
side
Of the world
Of the world
Otherwise
It is
to be trapped
In a pool of resin
In a pool of resin
Motionless
The
drought
Impacts
All
living things
Except the
Barn cat
She doesn't
Seem to notice
Welcomes her
New Litter
Pays no attention
To the weather report
Except the
Barn cat
She doesn't
Seem to notice
Welcomes her
New Litter
Pays no attention
To the weather report
For
sale signs
Punctuate
The
landscape
Dust
blown
Scenes
are bleak
Ranchers
are
Haunted
by
Thoughts
of rain
Wells
dry
Moisture
needed
Livestock
sold
Pastures
lifeless
Prices
down
The
need to hold on
Drives
the farmers
Illuminates
the
Road
ahead
Yet
there are
No
clear answers
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deVerse Prompt: Out the Window
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deVerse Prompt: Out the Window
The View to the East
I look out the window
Four large panels
Facing east
The mountains
Hidden in mist
The sun shining
Brilliant
Shadows stretch
Across the court
The bird feeder empty
You blow icy breath
As you step into the shed
Run your motorcycle
Keep it working
In winter
Long stringy
White clouds
Across the
New Mexico
Blue Canopy
January
The first
Month of
The year
Warmer than
Usual
I look out again
You have turned
Off the motor
Shut the door
Returned inside
To wait for spring
Jan 11,
2014
27 comments:
Great words for the Sunday Whirl and you've done a marvelous job, vivid picture seamless use of the words, beautiful
Yes, farmers are driven folk…you capture the spirit so well here…even the indifference of the barn cat (so true!), and the picture you paint is photographic in detail. Thank you.
with the climate change i wonder what awaits us... we had almost no winter over here...loads and loads of rain...
the waiting inside for spring made me smile.... i'm not yet ready for spring...i yearn for snow...smiles
oh i bet...the cat made me laugh, mine does care much either just sleeps, only when it goes out does it need to worry gives a shiver and heads on out....my mountains are pretty hidden today as well...yeah, i imagine the motorcycle keeps them dreaming but spring will be much better for a ride....smiles.
I guess we are all waiting for spring one way or another!
white clouds - the sky full of drifting images on there way to other place. I like how this feels and where it goes.
yes, animals are oblivious to the economy and such things... and the weather sounds spot on
Well I am waiting for spring but where I am, I may have to wait like 4 more months ~
All have set their sights on spring. Though the weather report may not be consistently 'friendly' still the anticipation is worth waiting. Wonderful duo annell!
Hank
Love the details of keeping the motorcycle in shape.. The dreams of things to come... Still so far away here in Sweden with spring so we have to accept the coldness... But I could do with light returning.
Sometimes I envy barn cats (even though I'm not a cat person), simply because it takes so little for them to be content!
A Singular Whirl
For the Wordle:
I was close by but not close enough in December. Was in AZ - but I thought of you on the flight out and back (home). Too many places that have drought - I wish I could send you some of our rain...
For: The View to the East:
We have some friends who are safe keeping a car that is not theirs. A sporty little job that needs to be run once a week, have it's oil changed etc... and be protected. So I can related to this piece. I've had a ride or two in that little sporty number... Thanks for your visits.
I have always admired the farmer; to be always at the mercy of fickle Mother Nature is a hard life, indeed. Nice write!
Something to envy of the barn cat -wonder what it would be like to be unaffected by the weather.
It is so nice to read a perspective as seen from the other side of the country from the northeast where I live. Such a contrast--warm and cold, wet and drought. I hope all fairs well in your neck of the woods, and that rain will find you soon!
If climate change is so noticeable in all parts, there's no way we can predict spring or anything for that matter...I like that it's warmer than usual, but that means probably colder than usual someplace else...I'll have to try the Sunday Swirl...nice job.
very nice. I especially liked the first poem. I could really place myself there even though I am in New England where it is cold and wet and grey.
Climate change and drought are at the forefront of our thoughts these days, yet we must keep living our lives...taking care of motorcycles and kittens.
happy sunday annell...smiles....
Nice work, Annell!
Both portraits of your landscape are beautiful, Annell. I am especially struck by the first which portrays a bleakness you have captured very well.
Your first poem struck a chord in the farmer's wife and ranch girl. And your second view out the window was so well done! Love your way with words. Thanks for joining us at the Pub.
Both poems are well worth the read Annell. Love the descriptions in the first, especially because they contrast so vividly with the other poems I have read today. Yet that complete contrast still works the same hardships and misfortunes. Like the second piece because it details your world which contrasts with my own and therefore intrigues me. Thank you, my friend,
Elizabeth
wonderful images Annell, thank you for sending this, it is a good way to go, if I understand what you are doing, to use these prompts Otherwise
It is to be trapped
In a pool of resin
Motionless I love those lines......otherwise, is to be, resin, motionless, the sounds, the sounds as well as the images!
Drought is painful to so many... it's scary times ahead with the climate change predictions. Oh to be a barn cat hey! Beautifully descriptive pieces.
Annell, the wordle is bleak and rings true of the state of the economy in the states. Well done.
Pamela
love the cycle of life.... the mountains hardly move...the long wide open spaces a place for the wind to take refuge.... we are simply pilgrims... love the simplicity of words describing a place a time a moment...
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