The Sunday Whirl Wordle #402
Desert Home
Yes, it is a dusty little New Mexico town
And yet I sing, fly and float
Through the dust filled days
Dipping my brush into colors
Making sense without words
From my window I see the coyote
As she traces yesterday’s steps
Carefully placing her paws near the cactus
Every living thing is covered with thorns
Signs of ancient people
Scattered on the desert floor
Painted with complex designs
And yet I sing, fly and float
Through the dust filled days
Dipping my brush into colors
Making sense without words
From my window I see the coyote
As she traces yesterday’s steps
Carefully placing her paws near the cactus
Every living thing is covered with thorns
Signs of ancient people
Scattered on the desert floor
Painted with complex designs
Off the well-traveled path
Far from the city lights
An orphan finds her way
Stifles the cry that rises from within
The wind shrieks of loneliness
Of days lost in sameness
Yet… in this quiet place
I have found home
Far from the city lights
An orphan finds her way
Stifles the cry that rises from within
The wind shrieks of loneliness
Of days lost in sameness
Yet… in this quiet place
I have found home
May 5, 2019
4 comments:
So powerful, the orphan stifling the cry from within, the wind shrieking of loneliness. So good that you found home.
It is strange, the things that define home. Different for each one, and always for different reasons. I like your poem, your love of place speaks clearly in your words.
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2019/05/05/barefoot-reverie/
A beautiful ending. We all want orphans to find home. Lovely imagery of painting and of the environment.
It seems you have found the perfect home for you. Sounds lovely.
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