Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads
IN THE DESERT
The coyote strolls through the “yard”
A maze of sagebrush
Without a word
First, he is here
And the next he disappears
I welcome them
But keep a close eye on my kitten
The animals live in a parallel universe
Right next to us
The birds come and go as they wish
Humming birds, finches, magpies and such
The snakes and spiders as well
In the fall
The tarantulas crowd the roads
The desert is not abundant
Their life is not easy
They are always on the move
Always searching
You may see them
Anytime of day
But move more freely
On the mesas and canyons
At night under millions of stars
April 21, 2018
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Waiting on Words/Ladies in Waiting
SUNDAY
1918
Sunday
It is summer
Women in white cotton dresses
Dinner on the church grounds
Under moss hung trees
Ancestors buried next door
My Great Grandparents
Mary and Joseph
My Grandparents
My parents
My own
2018
Sunday just like the day before
And the day after
All year long
Each day sacred
Each day sacred
The light crystal clear
Rain or shine
A life of gratitude
Work quietly
Grateful for this day
Memories abound
Fill the room
April 21, 2018
12 comments:
Growing up, Sunday was always church day & family day.
Part of a noisy, laughing clan, I was strongly rooted
in those family traditions. I miss that routine.
Your words bring it all back, remind me of sweeter days.
Thank you!
I'm with you. At our age, each day is "holy" because it is filled with the gratitude of just breathing, being alive to fill it, however I choose. In childhood, it was the wearing of our "good" clothes, and gathering with related family. Now it is another day to be alive, and to be grateful,
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2018/04/21/a-thought/
Yes each day is special i have grown now to think. Yet i still hold to my culture of growing up where Sundays were special with its food, dress, and events
Luv both uour poems today Annell
Much🌼love
I like "the mesas and canyons at night under millions of stars.
I like the idea that " animals live in a parallel universe" which they seem to do " At night under millions of stars"
and,, in my childhood Sundays were held the sacred day of the week with all the rituals that entailed, however, today there are different rituals and I like the thought that each day is sacred. And indeed they should be celebrated as so. :-)
I like that each day is sacred. all our days are sacred, yes! I also love your word paintings of the mesas and desert. of the coyote wandering...
First poem, sage observation -- that our human world is parallel to the animal, different perceptions, needs, grid -- we can protect the kitten from the coyote, but we kill so much to achieve that fence .. Second poem, great sense of tradition and time and place -- to be that much here. It reminds me much of an old church just outside of town that is crumbling away, the graves of black grove workers on a nearby hill completely covered over.
I greatly enjoyed both these lovely poems. Fascinating to note that your animals' "parallel universe" in the desert is VERY similar to the one ours have in the rainforest! Or at least the animals themselves, and their behaviour, are very similar.
I love the first poem especially.......the animals live with the earth as it was intended.......though impacted greatly by humankind. I love the idea of their parallel universe. They are likely happier than we, they dont listen to the news.
Your Sunday poem gives me hope, Annell. Thank you.
Love,
Pamela
The animals live in a parallel universe
Right next to us
I like the way you have summed up our co-existence.
I wonder if the animals see our universe s parallel to theirs? The second poem has a strong sense of time and place.
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