Resist What is Not True/imaginary gardens with real toads Resistance

Resist What is Not True

Resist the easy

Resist the first horse out of the chute

Resist what is given

In the darkness of night

Resistance doesn’t come easy

It takes an effort

Fully awake

On guard

Wait for it…

What is meant to be

Will surely be

Resist what has been done

Sort out the old

Look for the new

The new way to see

The new way to say

There is a war going on

A war everyday

And yet the way is open

You are invited

Yes, you are expected

There is someone waiting

What it is that you have to say

It may not be great

But is it true

Is it your own

Does it come from the heart

If so, perhaps it is what you are after

The perfect image in the mirror

Resist the one that is not

For you

There is only one truth that is your own

September 15, 2018 

He Walks in the Glittering Sunlight/imaginary gardens with real toads

He Walks in the Glittering Sunlight

In the glittering sunlight 

Chamisa in bloom

Yellow against azure sky

As he is himself

He casts a dark shadow

Begins his journey

Exact time unknown

Though it is always in the fall

He lifts his head

Arches his back

Gracefully takes one step

Like the bull fighter

Then another…and another

He plants each of his eight feet

As he steps forward

You will see him walking

On the road

As if it belongs to him alone

He gives no quarter

Issues no right of way

The tarantula walks alone

Destination unknown

September 12, 2018

Note:  So far this year, I have not seen him or his buddies, but others have told me they have seen him.  It is a mystery why he walks in the fall, or where he is going, perhaps because it is so lovely this time of year, he is just out for a stroll.

The Sun Sets Over Taos/poets united midweek motif Sunset

The Sun Sets Over Taos

How to write about the sunsets  

In the Southwest

It is an almost impossible task

Since the skies are the biggest

The light is the brightest

The clouds either

Cover the sky with abstractions 360 degrees

Or they are not there at all

Often the sunrises rival

The sunsets

Like an artist

Has spread paint across the sky

As the sun rises in the East

Over Taos Pueblo

The color begins to soften 

Into pinks and blues

Later at the end of the day

It is as if the artist

Has spilled his paint

From his pallet

Flaming red, orange, and yellows

Glorious color

Even greens and purples

Woven gold in between 

September 12, 2018

The Orange Man of Honor/dVerse

The Orange Man of Honor

Quick-draw at the “OK Corral”

Or…he quickly says 

Whatever comes into his head

So you say

All that he says is quackery or

A big bluff…

But what about the flaming orange hair

And what about the biggly promises

Isn’t he a man of honor

September 10, 2018

It Happened A Long Time Ago/the sunday whirl -- poets united poets pantry

It Happened A Long Time Ago

The grass of my home
Thick, green, and
Cool to the touch
A delight to the toes

Grass that grows in the desert
Is different
It is often long, stringy
And course to the touch

Most of what grows in the desert
Usually has stickers
And doesn’t want to be touched
Often dried a golden color

How lovely the golden grasses
Rising from the sandy earth
To touch the blue sky

The wind that dances 

Among the desert grasses
Often becomes a dust devil
Before your eyes

The smoke rises from the fire

Wraps itself around me
Like time
Past, present and future

You say it happened

A long time ago
To me…
It seems like yesterday

The stars aligned

The accident 

A freak
Many said what happened
No two saw the same thing

It is hard to find the truth
Burned in fire
Washed in blood
Hung out to dry

September 9^th, 2018

Wordle #368