desert echoes

            Echoes

hark! hear the rumble
across the desert;
my soul remembers

the great movement of stones
and great boulders
and simmering sand

mighty Saguaros loom
above tiny desert creatures,
gifting water and sun shade

a death rattle threatens
beware!  … fangs at the ready
— find another way

my soul remembers
from layers deep within
the baking sun at mid-day.

foot-prints soon cover
with impressionable sand…
but the desert remembers me

©Sometimes, 2017

 

BRAIN WORKING

(This poem is my first entry for the group MAGPIE TALES. http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2015/10/mag-290.html
The inspiration is this drawing , No. 8, Black Flowing, Jackson Pollock

No. 8, Black Flowing, Jackson Pollock
No. 8, Black Flowing, Jackson Pollock

 

BRAIN WORKING

So many thoughts and images
tangle and mingle and jiggle
the senses
Life in my brain is filled with riches
and images, clearly vivid
through lenses

Here is joy and happiness
awe and mystery, new invention
Never too full, always room for more
learn as much about all things
no limit — that’s my intention.