the notion of chickens
meandering through tall grasses
pecking, scratching, foraging for bugs
ambling over to greet you
is far more romantic
than the reality of
six crowing roosters
little buggers
shaking you from your dreams
just before dawn
Beverly LaZar
Beverly
I'm a teacher, artist, and sometimes writer. Originally from Chicago, I live in mountains in New Mexico, with my husband, two daughters, and a bunch of animals - dogs, cats, horses, chickens, and pigeons. I've lived in NM longer now, than I lived in Chicago. I love to teach and write poetry to my elementary students. I spent grad school (in art ed) making books/collages, and writing poems. I try to do both when I can, and want to do more!
Hour 1
lightning cracks
ripping across dark skies
demanding dreamers awaken
thunder rumbles
stirring their hearts and imaginations
there is nothing like
rain in the high mountain desert
droplets pouring down
like a million answered prayers
longings
into the embrace of a parched land
that has waited far too long
there is nothing like
a flood of words, lines, shapes, colors
tumbling onto the empty page, canvas
like a million answered prayers
longings
to soothe the ragged edges of a parched soul
that has waited far too long
Hello!
Hello!