the desert
summer day.
as 'they' say,
you could cook
an egg
on the sidewalk.
hurrying from car
to building,
spending little time
in energy
sapping
sun.
oh, but those
desert nights,
those cool
desert nights.
like this night,
this moonless,
eggless night.
cold Margarita
in hand.
my company,
the saguaro,
the coyote.
i lay back
in my
lounging chair,
looking upward
to the sky...
star studded,
like a diamond
broach, pinned
against
The Universe...
Whatever you call this writing attempt...perhaps poetry of sorts...it is based on our Saturday Centus prompt which, this week, is a photograph of what appears to be an egg cooking on a hot sidewalk.
Very nice! I love your "eggless night":@)
ReplyDeleteOutstanding Jeff !
ReplyDeleteI just love the phrase:
"star studded,
like a diamond
broach, pinned
against
The Universe..."
A beautiful vision of a perfect night in the desert...Bravo !!!
Awesome! You transported me there!~Ames
ReplyDeleteI am so hot out here in West Texas and your post whisked me away to the cool desert nights...:)
ReplyDeleteHow fun this meme must be. I am going to try it.
jc!
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderfully visual poem! I love the phrasing and the rhythm.
"oh, but those
desert nights,
those cool
desert nights.
like this night,
this moonless,
eggless night.!"
You are THE BOMB. More poetry, please.
Namaste..........cj
Jeff, this is great! I am trying to imagine my husband without eggs.
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Artful Rising
This is beautifully written, Jeff. Makes me want to be in the desert tonight (but I'll opt for my air conditioned room).
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I loved it. I'm amazed at how you looked at the picture and wrote such awesome words.
ReplyDeleteWritten so well that I can picture you lounging back and looking up at the Universe.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great picture you have conjured here!
ReplyDeleteI've always wanted to travel to the southwest. I don't think I could do it in the summer, although your word painting of the desert night was particularly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI immensely enjoyed this piece of writing ... you took me right there ... beautiful!
ReplyDeleteYou really painted a scene there. I could smell the sagebrush!
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I really love the beautiful imagery of your poem... the picture you painted, with such carefully chosen words, is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI want to go there...I hope the margarita pitcher is full!
ReplyDeleteGood job!
Excellent job, Jeff. I did a poem this week also. Your effort was just brilliant. Great imagery and a wonderful rhythm.
ReplyDeleteYou put these words together beautifully. Visual poetry.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, Jeff.
ReplyDeleteIt really speaks to the senses: I feel the hot summer desert sun as well as the cool desert night.
Thank you so much for visiting and for your kind words about my SC-post.
I am trying to catch up on commenting before the new SC-assignment goes up.
Best wishes,
Anna
For the benefit of other readers:
'John Tell, expert on tourism' Anna's SC wk 65
Jeff, oh I loved this!
ReplyDeleteI wish we had some cool desert nights, though.
We're in monsoon and the only thing cool around here is our sad overworked air conditioning units!
I loved the visualization in this.
Gorgeous.
Beautiful. I could use a star studded night and a margarita.
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