Drawn toward the land
of wind-polished stone
arroyos breeding rabbit brush
Joshua trees that curl
where hawks knife endless sky
and death is dry and clean.
I place my palm
on alabaster marble,
Buddha belly of
the newborn boy,
watch the desert
brown and cracked
crawl across my hand.
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15 comments:
thanks for this. i especially like
hawks knife
and the last three lines
"I place my palm
on alabaster marble,
Buddha belly of
the newborn boy,
watch the desert
brown and cracked
crawl across my hand."
I like these lines...
Incredible imagery! I love the feeling of desert in this, and the amazing contrasts of death and new life. Your watercolor is beautiful -- speaking of new life unfolding!
:)
What wonderful imagery -- thank you Sue!
Sue, you have given us a gift of beautiful images in poetry and watercolor. Thank you!
I really like the contrast of old skin on new (and have noticed lately how my own desert-born hands are "changing".)
you've created a wonderful atmosphere here.
Buddha belly is a fab phrase...enjoyed your poem!
beautiful lines and incredible imagery.
Sue,
The comparisons are acute: death/birth, old/new.
Obsevations beautifully expressed.
rel
Every word as sharp as laser light refracted through the sparse droplets of dew on a dessert. Very nice.
Wonderful imagery in your lovely poem!
Hello Sue,
I close my eyes and I am there in your words.
Thank you. The marble is refreshing.
Sherry
Beautiful painting with words!
Awesome:
"I place my palm
on alabaster marble,
Buddha belly of
the newborn boy,
watch the desert
brown and cracked
crawl across my hand."
mine are not as brown, but the cracks are quite evident. . .
Your painting is exactly as I feel water colors should be.
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