Each month, write a new collection.
MONUMENTOn the seventh day we restedAt the peak, the very precipice of youth that it became,Two thousand feet above the valley floor,So far above the trees the ozone made them blue.Had I flung myself that day into the sky,Elided years of degradation,All traded for ecstatic peace and terror,One long eternal pause of freedom and certaintyMy could-have-been.I still existBack there standing on that knife of stone. Powerful,But robbed of these electric images.
I love the sadness in this poem. Beautiful. I love "So far above the trees, the ozone made them blue."
A great triumphal poem .. achievement, realization (peace and terror) and acceptance "I still exist"
You know, I didn't notice before the Biblical reference right at the beginning. Just reread it. Fantastic.
Gem of the Grand CanyonIn the Native American Reservation of the Supai Tribe in the gem of the canyons of the Grand Canyon in nearby Arizona I saw a sedimentary rock formation and climbed inside as I was sitting listening to the waterfall crashing down with its power making a soft deafening sound to the senses The perch looked over a blue pond where water falls from twenty feet cascading to where the river turns from a placid running stream to a white rush making a whispering mist to sheen over me I meditated on the beautiful serene creation of natural rock and soothing sound It was a place to capture the tranquilityof nature and the forces of the Creator
Great poem man. I would love to find that spot!
I wasn’t aware I was “earthing” as a child,that connecting electrically with the earthwould improve my immune system, or aid in the rapid healing of injuries, although I did have plenty of skinned knees and they did seem to heal pretty quick. I wasn’t aware that “grounding” was a thing,that it is a connection we make voluntarilywith the earth that carries information, and it could improve blood circulation, or reduce stress, although my childhood summers were lived mostly out of doors playing until dusk.I wasn’t aware that cells in our body are unable to balance the positive charge without connectingto the earth’s negatively charged free electrons.I wasn’t aware of any of the health benefits, ornew age scientific breakthroughs waiting to bediscovered. When I was young, I loved to be barefoot
This is both instructive and poetic and it gets us into that kid's point of view.
Foot Hill DriveThere was a road that took you to the end of townwhere the houses at right up against the mountainwhere the sycamore trees were thick and protectivewhere I could reach up and touch Heaven's floorThere was a road that took you to the end of townwhere the steep hills rivaled anything traveled in Friscowhere the sidewalks were lifted from ancient rootswhere I could smell the source of springThere was a road that took you to the end of townwhere the curves were more sexy than Marilyn's hipswhere the mountain lions could sneak into town unnoticedwhere I could see how the wild world livedThere was a road that took you to the end of townwhere wildflowers sprung up in back yardswhere Orioles and hummingbirds danced in the shadewhere I could hear what the wind was whisperingThere was a road that took you to the end of townwhere vintage orange trees would burst with fruitwhere bees would gather the best rose pollenwhere I could, if for only a moment, taste paradise
Molly, that's really really strong. I love the way you use repetition here. You really develop that emotion!
A lot of great imagery here Molly. I feel like I have also been on that road
I really like this. For one because I spent half my teenage years driving this road or one like it. That refrain is very effective in creating nostalgia and the imagery is very powerful. Touch heaven's floor? Smell the source of spring? What the what? Awesome.
You have no idea how much your comments mean to me. That place was magic for me growing up. I'm so glad I was able to share it with you
Palm Springs, Afternoonsrelaxed fromswimmingall daytenniesjeanssweatshirtwalk throughthe desertwindblownno realdestinationin mindpause, feelthe setting sunon my face
That's great. At the end, nature is reflected in you.
The Color TanVisiting my brother's house was fun but a little nerve-wracking.Beavis and Butthead on the small TV terrorized, amused and seduced me all at the same time.Strange.Gotta take a break, take a walk.The kind wind refreshed me as I shut the door behind me, hearing click and feeling elated.For what? I didnt know then.As I walked I felt as though something were about to happen. I was wearing a tan shirt, tan pants and the dirt along the sides of the street were tan. So were the shrubs, ans trees.I felt so soothed, like a baby getting her back caressed.The way everything meshed allowed me to see the world through a type of filter was exhilarating in a very tranquil way. I don't know if I've ever felt that calm before or after.
Offseasonis the best time on this island, this dappled brown house, the long grassy yard that slips into the sea; we walk the empty lotsFind an inland pond, hear the honk of swans. Surprise! They are soUnlovely when they talk. But then they glide by us perfectWe stop to watch them through the reeds. Then walk slowly. Following.