d’Verse Poetics: Sentiments of the Southwest
Mish would like us to join her in the Southwest
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dry winds blow tumble weeds
across hot pavement chasing
each other like children
sunsets finger paint the mountains
a watermelon pink
spring rains turn dull sandy fields
into meadows laughing in flowers
and in the night the howl of
coyotes stirs my soul
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“. . . chasing each other like children.” So beautiful!
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The idea of sunsets finger painting is priceless. I also like “meadows laughing in flowers”.
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Oh! This is just wonderful. dry winds blow tumble weeds… across hot pavement chasing… each other like children…this is such a wonderful image. A beautiful visually stunning poem.
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The watermelon pink and tumbleweed – exactly like an evening in the Southwest.
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Yup, you nailed the feel of the SW perfectly; nice word smithing, I too love the lines /sunset finger paints the mountains/a watermelon pink/.
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sunsets finger paint the mountains
a watermelon pink
Gorgeous images 😀
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I love the color watermelon pink and turn of meadows laughing in flowers ~
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Watermelon pink mountains… Ah, you’ve been there, and you describe it so well.
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Oh, the coyotes are a great end to this wonderful poem. I can hear them howling now.
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So, so perfect! A beautiful tribute to sacred lands.
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wow, you make it sound lovely.
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LOVE the tumbleweeds as children…tumble-bumble. 😉
And this:
“meadows laughing in flowers” (this reminds me of E.E. Cummings, a favorite of mine.)
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“sunsets finger paint the mountains” LOVE this line! I can just see the smears of pinks and reds blurring into one another…….what a perfect description! 🙂
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