plop,
wicker, green, bottle, city, strips, small
apple, dust, tower, slack, squeeze, fuss
apple, dust, tower, slack, squeeze, fuss
Sunday
Morning, March 16, 2014
The
day’s beginning
Still
dark
The
moon
Shines
brightly
Lighting
my way
To
the studio
The
sun still sleeping
Behind
Taos Mountain
I
left the wicker
Behind
in the city
Where
I was born
Without
fuss
Came
to this
Little
New Mexico
Town,
city of dust
Plopped
myself down
And
here I stay
No
green as far
As I
can see
Strips
of paper
Filled
with prayers
Hang
slack
From
the sage
Quietly
waiting
For
the winds
Of
April
The
ant towers
Remain
like
Abandoned
cities
Do
ants hibernate
Like
bears
Sleep
away the
Winter
months
Trapped
inside
Like
small boats
In a
bottle
Hard
to know
What
goes on
Underground
_________________
_________________
In Between
I have discovered
It is not the ‘thing’
But what is in between
The transition
How we get from
Here to there
The bridge
To nowhere
Nothing you can hold
In your hand
Can’t even see it
Yet ...
It supports
The ‘thing’
The ‘what' of it all
Which is not
Without what is
In between
14 comments:
So vivid and thought-provoking. I always wonder, too, about the ants (although I'm just fine without them). I really like:
Strips of paper
Filled with prayers
I think like you they work away making beautiful shapes and textures out of the earth..I enjoyed this time in the studio with you..seems like a fine place to be planted x
They are highly organized down there, each with their own thing! Nicely annell!
Hank
its interesting to ponder the ant...they move a grain at a time and build kingdoms....my sons science fair project was an ant farm...it is rather fascinating to watch them....
It may be hard to know what goes on underground, but you seem to have imagined those goings-on quite vividly. Enchanting!
Apples from Paradise
What lovely and scenic poem, Annell. Well done.
Pamela ox
Strips of paper
Filled with prayers
Hang slack
From the sage
Quietly waiting
For the winds
Of April
Hope the prayers get answered.
And what does goes on underground. Very thought provoking poem
I love the peaceful morning of your first poem - I always love when you write about your landscape and Taos Mountain. Love the ponderings in the second poem - "the 'what' of it all".
Thank you again. There is something so peaceful and satisfying in your "studio poems." You in the place you created for you. About the second poem...I started smiling as soon as I started reading it. When people used to ask me where I lived, I'd grin and say, "I live in those in-between places." I still do...
Elizabeth
Lovely and meaningful sensitivity sustained throughout this piece - I enjoyed it very much... With Best Wishes Scott
Excellent1
ZQ
How we get from here to there...that's an interesting subject to me too.
It's amazing how same words inspire such wonderfully varied creations...and I think it's quite natural that such disciplined beings as ants should draw an artist's attention...a beautiful poem.. Annel...
Resonate...the period of transition...when you left one bay but don't see yet what is ahead...waiting for April too...vibrant images ~ thanks
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