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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho 
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known for her green eyed < !signature-->renown Sonora is nothing like the Sierra’s barren sand where you might find an Oasis if you can yet poor Sonora has none but wait howbeit towering saguaro stretches her staunch arms up as far as fifty cubits against a barren sky as though praying begging God for a lover where only northward lies a naked unclothed canyon known to many as broken bone bare desert birds burro nest in her tired limbs where their young fly to meet a burning spring her life time lingers past a few ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ hundred years or so while an old gray wolf tries to nap in a narrow shade she provides her waxy snow white blooms appear around May to sing the Navaho used the succulent red fruit for sacred drinks & if you approach her at dawn you’ll find her rich circumstance the chirps chitterings and trills of unseen birds welcome morns light first breaking rosy pink against a lonely sky yet the desert is all pervasive Saguaro stands sentinel amid inertia slopes rimming ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ the burning ranges some times even monster Gila finds a minutes place to rest javelinas explore near by brothers & sisters while she watches them meander through a rain showering and enjoy a mud bath in a shady arroyo she calls them friends but she expressed... it’s still a desert . Writing isn't just something I do, it's something I am. To write of feelings that touch all hearts in some manner is my delight. -Marge Tindal [This message has been edited by lucky (edited 11-08-2000).] |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
Oh, honey - you take me there! I see it, I feel it, I hear it - I love especially, "the old gray wolf trying to nap in her narrow shade" - what a way you have with your flowing thoughts in poetry! With love, your wife, Rosemary |
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azure Member
since 2000-10-16
Posts 52 |
Wow, the form and haunting narration of this poem are absolutley mesmerizing...I loved it, very impressive. Azure "I put it down on paper and then the ghost does not ache so much" - Sandra Cisneros |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
Rosemary, You know how I slept in that desert in the middle of winter. 20 below at night... Waking to a frozen sleeping bag the next morning only to embrace the sun and a mild 85 degree heat. It was surely a time to remember. thank you so much. dale Azure, I thank you so much for your kind words... I thought to write of it as it was part of my life. Your reply is gracious... thanks dale Writing isn't just something I do, it's something I am. To write of feelings that touch all hearts in some manner is my delight. -Marge Tindal |
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kaleidoscope Junior Member
since 2000-01-10
Posts 38 |
Really fulfilling read. I enjoyed this a lot! |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lucky~ This is impressively lovely ! What remarkable images spring to mind - Thank you for sharing this beauty. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Dee Member Elite
since 2000-08-19
Posts 2330Queensland, Australia |
You have taken me somewhere I've never been but would dearly love to see. What you have written gives to me a picture on which to dream. Thank you lucky. Dee I wish you every happiness and pray you'll always have the best of the good things in life. a brand |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
kaleidoscope, thank you glad you enjoyed. Marge, your pretty impressive yourself, thank you. Dee, those times were hard. It wouldn't be a bad dream but nothing I want to see again. Thank you all, lucky Writing isn't just something I do, it's something I am. To write of feelings that touch all hearts in some manner is my delight. -Marge Tindal |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
a barren sky as though praying begging God for a lover where only northward lies a naked unclothed canyon known to many as broken bone bare desert birds burro nest in her tired limbs where their young fly to meet a burning spring her life time lingers past a few ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ hundred years or so while an old gray wolf tries to nap in a narrow shade she provides her waxy snow white blooms appear around May to sing the Navaho used the succulent red fruit for sacred drinks & if you approach her at dawn you’ll find her rich circumstance the chirps chitterings and trills of unseen birds welcome morns light first breaking rosy pink against a lonely sky yet the desert is all pervasive Saguaro stands sentinel amid inertia slopes rimming ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ lucky this is the coolest poem... superb imagery .... your unique vocabulary choices make and define the poems stunning images you put painted us right there with this, excellent write jm |
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