Night Watcher
the early morning
cold white snow covers all that is unsightly
transforms the
landscape gently coming down like frozen rain
frosts the sage on
the mesa blocks out the view of the mountains the sky
creates a
space makes a place for us like the one inside ourselves
absorbs
sounds provokes memories of other days
other
winters brings to mind the end of days
the length of a
life the gift bestowed footprints tell us who is about
who came in the
morning who walked at night under overcast skies
like Van Gogh you
count the stars catch them in a knitted bag
cast the starry
night upon the table your gift you are the night watcher
January 21, 2014
Note: This is for my Friend, Kathleen, who has turned her camera skyward.
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Fashionable I Am Not
i am not fashionable
when i go to work a simple shirt and a pair of pants
the hour
early i may not know where i am going
but i am pretty sure
where i have been my life
like a board
game i throw the stone
seek the north
star find the longitude the latitude
hop skip the
squares draw chalk lines diagonally
lazy lines like
the lines in a navajo weaving
this is it my
style maybe not so fashionable
but true to find
my position I use celestial navigation
using the sun the
moon a planet
or one of 57
navigational stars sometimes a sextant to noon sight
circumnavigate the
world i create alone in the studio fashionable I am not
January 21, 2015
9 comments:
Through your words I can hear the muffled quiet of the snow, see it falling, look for footprints. I especially love catching the stars in a knitted bag and casting the starry night on the table.....so beautiful!
nice...i love the thought of capturing that starry night and pouring it out on the table as a gift...that would be rather cool.....
Found you! Your link at PU isn't working, but maybe I an fix it. I enjoyed boh of these poems. Night Watcher made me reecall yesterday evening and the way the snow gentled its cushioning around me. I like the gathering of the stars. The Fashion poem is exquisite--to say one has no fashion and then to describe the fashion one has and lift an entire life beyond the ordinary is a skill indeed. The second repeat of "no fashion" is a gentle mockery. Would more could find a way to your fashion!
Great poems. The first was very touching. The second made me think, a sextent isn't fashionable but it is still awesome.
But talented you are!
artistic words and colors -unique..and stylish
Simple shirt and a pair of pants works for me....that is my kind of style as well. And we have our own kind of fashion. Smiles.
Excellent poems, Annell. The first was dreamy in images, and the second was fashionable!
I think you create your own wonderful style xo
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