think sound light beneath force send
falling little rain marvelous water blind
falling little rain marvelous water blind
pleasantly surprised to think that the
absence of big city sound and lights
can still mesmerize the inner loss of
direction within the arid lands beneath
the dryness and force of heat
the dryness and force of heat
ghostly stumps standing as apparitions
in the shadows to send shivers to the
unaccustomed falling to imaginations
of how a little rain can make a difference
but if it would be marvelous to grapple
with deprivation of clean water and blind
adherence to the hustle and bustle of
the absurd city life
being choked with man-made noise
being choked with man-made noise
pollution smog and dust of city streets
the arid south-west is a welcomed respite
to escape from the ills of the rat-race
For Mish's at d'Verse's Poetics – Sentiments
of the Southwest
MMT's Sunday's Whirligig #58 and
Marian's The Tuesday Platform at
Real Toads
For Mish's at d'Verse's Poetics – Sentiments
of the Southwest
MMT's Sunday's Whirligig #58 and
Marian's The Tuesday Platform at
Real Toads
Good Morning Hank, Oh I am so glad you picked that photo. I was thinking of using that one. Those ghostly stumps do remind one of apparitions from days gone past.
ReplyDeleteNot sure I'd want to be that isolated, but getting out of the smoggy rat race is sure a win.
ReplyDeleteIf the 'walls could talk.' But they can't so scenes like the one here turn our minds and imagination loose. I do that a lot, conjure up an action scene to explain some mysteries to me. I share them with Mrs. Jim but often she doesn't appreciate my interpretation.
ReplyDeleteYou did very well with your imagination set free. Thank you.
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Wonderful! Love the reference to " hustle and bustle of the absurd city life." Beautifully penned.
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Sanaa
I agree, despite its arridness the desert is a perfect respite.
ReplyDeleteYes it is! I lived in Arizona for a while and the desert is very peaceful.
ReplyDeleteLike that very much - and the photo is beautiful too.
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Travel, Fiction and Photos
An escape from the rat-race, indeed. Very nice take on the prompt and wonderful use of the given words.
ReplyDeleteI really like (and appreciate) the comparisons. Well done.
ReplyDeleteIt truly is an escape from modern day life. Feels so ancient and good! Love your poem!
ReplyDeleteThat photo also caught my imagination. You did great credit to it with you poem, Hank.
ReplyDeleteLoved the photo and of course the poem. Wonderful post Hank.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Assalam Hank, we used to live in desert area of New Mexico and it looked pretty much like in the picture.
ReplyDeleteI took this photo at Dead Horse Point, Utah. There was a stillness there that I can't even explain. It was so surreal, it felt like a dream. Your poem reminds me of that experience,especially with "ghostly stumps standing as apparitions"...wow.
ReplyDeleteI would love to visit and see those ghostly stumps standing ~ Such a view would be respite from city life ~
ReplyDeleteI love the visual created by the thought of choking on noise. Fantastic.
ReplyDelete"ghostly stumps standing as apparitions
ReplyDeletein the shadows to send shivers to the
unaccustomed falling to imaginations"
Wonderful lines! Ah yes --- living right smack dab in Boston -- in the heart of the city, I do understand the need to escape to a wider landscape, a deeper quietude. The southwest has such a vastness to it -- enjoyed your writing here very much.
I think I would breathe better there.
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