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:
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!
So beautiful. You paint a lovely picture with your words. Loved the ending.
Lovely cleave poem. It's so hard to get them to come out right, but this one works beautifully.
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!
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.
Blue Violet all the way up to my window - you make me see it! Wonderful!
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.
Nice description of the view from your window and how that gives you the memory, mentioned in the last line, of someone else.
So beautiful. I envisioned the mountains, the sky, your terra cotta wall........just lovely.
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.
What a wonderful window view! "blue violet
all the way to my window"...my favorite lines.
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.
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.
Nicely written :)
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
So beautiful. I envisioned the mountains, the sky, your terra cotta wall........just lovely.
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