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High Desert Art

Simile

3/31/2017

Simile

“Getting
Old,”
She
Said,
Sitting
Right
There,
“Is
Like
Staying
Too
Long
At
The
Fair.
Cotton
Candy
Loses
Its
Puff
Of
Sugared
Air
When
You’ve
Had
Enough.
The
Twirling
Rides,
The
Jostling
Crowd,
Become
Too
Loud,
And
By
The
End
Of
Day,
One
Is
Glad
To
Get
Away.
Or
So
I say
Today.
But
I may
Go
Again,
And
Take
A
Spin
Aboard
The
Wheel
That
Lifts
Above
The
Restless
Throng
To
Pause
At
The
Crest
Until
The
Illusion
Of
Flight
Will
Shatter,
And
The
Long
Fall
Won’t
Matter.”

Orpheus

3/29/2017

*Alexandre Soen* The Lament of Orpheus

Orpheus

Mister
Grimes
Has
Fallen
On
Hard
Times,
Passion
Has
Turned
Ashen.
False
Love
Has
Robbed
Him
Of
His
Rhymes,
And
He
Retreats
In
Haste
To
Warmer
Climes.
Seaside
Sun
And
Sand
Will
Understand
The
Torments
Of
His
Art
And
The
Sorrows
Of
His
Damaged
Heart.
If
You
Didn’t
Know
It,
It’s
Not
Easy
To
Be
A
Poet.
He
Will
Renew
And
Revitalize,
Then
Return
Worldly
Wise
With
A
Sheaf
Of
Romantic
Grief
To
Burn,
Welcomed
In
By
Every
Admiring
Friend,
Including
The
Faithless
Lover,
His
Literary
Cover.

Storage

3/27/2017

Storage

Love
Letters
Never
Sent,
Freighted
With
Fond
Sentiment,
Valentines
Ungiven,
Left
Behind
And
Seldom
Brought
To
Mind
Until
Time
Comes
To
Sort
The
Past,
Discard
And
Perhaps
At
Last
Let
Go
Of
Tender
Words
Unheard
By
Lovers
I never
Got
To
Know.

Crop

3/25/2017

Crop

I wake
At
Night,
Worried
About
The
Weeds,
Not
The
Greatest
Of
My
Needs,
But
Knowing
They
Are
Growing,
Growing,
And
Casting
Spores
To
Make
Scores
More.
My
Neighbor
In
This
Space,
A
Narrow
Place,
Only
Has
A
Clump
Of
Roots
From
An
Old
Tree
Stump,
But
Across
The
Walk,
I bloom
Like
Eden
Reseeded.
Shall
I work
And
Sweat
To
Pull
Them
Up,
Or
Let
Them
Grow,
To
Possible
Regret?
And
Yet,
By
And
By,
They
Will
Die.
Easier
Then
To
Deal
With
What
Is
Bound
To
Come
Again.
Even
Now,
Predictable
As
Sin,
They
Are
Growing,
Growing,
Midnight
Agitation
Sowing.

Purpose

3/23/2017

Purpose

The
Rising
Sun
Finds
A
Crack
And
Lasers
Through
To
Scorch
A
Track
Across
My
Porch,
Once
More
Bringing
Morning
To
My
Door.
Finding
And
Reminding
Me
To
Quickly
Seek
The
Day
And
Have
My
Say,
Before
The
Light
Tilts
Away.

Writing

3/21/2017

Writing

I awoke
To
A
Sky
Of
Crazed
China
And
Splintered
Smoke,
Morning’s
Cloak
Shattered
Marble,
The
Sun
Undone.
Beneath
Black
Ink,
White
Paper
Lies,
As
Precious
Words
Arise
To
Defeat
The
Grey
Of
This
March
Day.

The Pet

3/19/2017

The Pet

I was
Bad
Today,
I heard
Mommy
Say.
I pulled
Cat’s
Tail,
Then
Tossed
Him
Over
The
Porch
Rail.
He
Landed
Splat!
All
Claws,
Then
Sat
Down
To
Lick
His
Paws,
So
What’s
The
Matter
With
That?
I didn’t
Break
Any
Laws
Just
Playing
With
Old
Cat.
I’d
Rather
Have
A
White
Rat,
Like
The
Kid
Next
Door,
But
Mommy
Says
We’re
Too
Poor.
A
Cat
Is
All
I get,
I bet,
But
He’s
Pretty
Great.
We’ll
Play
Doctor
Next,
And
I’ll
Operate.
Here,
Kitty,
Kitty!

Blue Note

3/17/2017

*Gypsy Jazz* Shannon Lee

Blue Note

Stephane
Grappelli,
A
Lovely
Fella,
Played
The
Fiddle
And
Solved
The
Riddle
Of
Jazz
And
Razza
Ma
Tazz.
At
Club
Le
Hot,
He
And
Django
Had
The
Spot,
Playing
Gypsy
Song
All
Night
Long,
Just
The
Thing
To
Do
In
Paris,
1922.
Stephane,
Mon
Cher,
Wish
You
Were
Still
There,
You
And
Django,
Romancing
The
Tango,
Cutting
Le
Rug,
The
Music
A
Heady
Drug.

Traveler

3/15/2017

*Judith Sander* The Weary Traveler

Traveler

I could
Go,
Say,
To
Mohenjo-Daro
And
Seek
The
Way,
But
Mohenjo-Daro
Is
Full
Of
Sorrow.
Rosy
Petra,
Under
The
Timeless
Sun,
Has
Been
Over
Run.
Dream
Sites
Of
Wisdom
Are
Now
On
The
Map,
To
Become
A
Tourist
Trap.
All
Else
Is
Mired
In
War
And
Strife.
To
Unravel
My
Skein
Of
Hopes,
I will
Not
Travel
From
My
Shore
Looking
For
Some
Thing
More.
This
Year,
I’ll
Try
To
Find
Peace
Here.

Gambler

3/13/2017

*Georges de La Tour* The Cheat

Gambler

Unabashed,
He
Took
The
Cash,
Even
Though
It
Was
Beyond
Decent
Expectation,
And
Profit
Not
Due.
She
Knew
No
Coin
Could
See
Him
Through.
This
Velvet
Would
Be
Cast
Away
In
Idle,
Desperate
Play,
And
Soon
Enough,
His
Soul
Will
Fade,
Bleached
By
The
Life
He
Has
Made,
And
In
Another
Year,
Simply
Disappear.