Acknowledgments:
With Photograph by Patsy Kinser, Sand Springs, OK
From recent road trip to Santa Fe, New Mexico
a modern sky
right in front of me
each footstep marked
by only stars above
sunlit grasslands
held in red rock canyons
open vulnerable wounds
in abandoned adobe houses
a single
blue aluminum chair
sits alone
in a walled chamber room
where voices once rose in song
of cherished childhood dreams
native wind flutes melodies
where wood smoke heated
& fought off the chill
of long winter nights
layered red clays
brick & stone
past forms molded &
hand hewned logs
set upon earthen floors
surrounded
by adobe walls
stone cold
& open
wooden frame transoms
where double doors once stood
time’s forgotten fences
unmended
no neighbors to keep
no repairs to be made
families
children
grand parents
generations moved on
long lost stories
whispered by ghosts
who roam the fields
in old Santa Fe
Dear Beez, thank you so very much for your kind words!
I love that you enjoyed this poem and appreciated your insights too.
Thanks for taking the time to respond with your wonderful words & passion! — and by the way nothing like loads of 'ivy'
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Natasha, Oh, wow — thank you so much! When I first saw this photo I knew I had to write about this place, this home, this journey!
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