THE
NIGHT OF THE FULL MOON
the sun shines creating
shadows on the ground a
new day
another
chance throw
the dice with fervor
the
owl that knows everything always
watching
cries hoot
hoot perhaps
a warning
or
just telling his neighbor hello top
of the morning to you
magpies the neighborhood rowdies sit
on the bare branches of the trees
my
neighbor feeds them meat trimmed from their dinner
today
is a crossroads between
autumn and winter
last
days of indian summer the
sky a clear blue
the
earth golden most
of the leaves have fallen from the trees
standing
their arms reaching
upward for something
perhaps
reaching for the birds
flying by to fill their empty branches
they
are lonely without
birds or children to climb to the very top
the
rose my daddy’s favorite is absent from my country garden
this
year i gave up stopped pretending i am
gardener or farmer
in
the spring the faithful crocus awake push
their way out of the ground
look
around is it the same as last year
the
thread remains where i
left it twisted among the
thorns
when
night comes the full
moon shines bright
the
owl on silent wing brings
death to small creatures
who venture out
blinded
by the light of the moon it
could be a form of suicide
there is
much to fear when the sun goes down
November
8, 2014
Note: I wrote this for the Sunday Whirl, but when I went to Robert's PAD Challenge, he asked us to write a blind poem…it seemed to work for both.
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STOLEN ANTIQUES FOUND IN CARSON HOME
a visitor to the millicent rogers museum fall antiques show
spotted an amerian indian doll and a pair of moccasins
authentic kachina dolls jewelry
from tiffany & co
recently stolen from her home
yikes she
yelled these are mine
antiques worth thousands of dollars
offered by a dealer from albuquerque
the perp was
traced by the paper trail
150 items booty
of thieves taken from
his home
he now resides in the
taos county adult dention center
got any info call
taos county crime stoppers
November 9, 2014
9 comments:
I love this poem full of owls and magpies. Especially the "owl on silent wing". You are surrounded by such beauty, Annell, and you share it with us so we can see it, too. Lovely.
For some reason I found joy in this Annell...that darkness is present and if we try we can understand it and maybe still move on..like the cycles of the moon and the rising of the sun xo
The loneliness of trees is something I never considered before I read your poem. Now I imagine that bereft of leaves and children they could be lonely indeed.
Suicide Note
Loved 'a crossroads between autumn and winter' and trees trying to fill their emptiness ~ nice work with space...and I need to check another challenge...thanks, Annnell
I love the randomness of the layout.
This one was wonderful - I truly enjoyed the scattering of words - it seemed for me to absolutely resonate with random threatening nature of life
Just came back and saw the second poem.......I am so glad the dealer listened and that the thief was caught.
Love the format of this and the message. I tried calling the other day, but were not home. I will try this week.
Love,
Pamela ox
Yes.. i think all art is a journey and never a goal to plan or tell.. without the
gold of heart inspiring.. without a plane or boat...
that never sails... and flies free.. :)
in word or brushed paint
without
oar...and wing....
to simply sing....
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