SANDIA
Sandia …Sandia I love you. Sandia…Sandia your beautiful deep shadows and illuminated peaks stir within me wonder and desire. To be part of your world, your story, your history would be my gift.
Whisper to me …
Sweet watermelon hills. I long to be closer to you, to touch you,
to smell the air on your highest peak,
to lay my tired body in your lush green valleys.
I know you speak to me and whisper in my ears.
I know you call to me and I hear your words…
“Come to me. Let me embrace you. You will become me
and travel through my past, my present and on into my future.
Let me stroke your forehead and gently touch your tired eyelids
closing them so you may rest if even for a few moments.”
“Rest in my hills, in my shelter of smooth warm stones.
Surround yourself. Rest on me. Breathe in my air.
Look upward and gaze upon the lovely pink and gray
clouds that hover around me.
Let me kiss you with my breeze…the call of the air…
and the promise of dreams to come.”
Categories:
sandia, beauty, emotions, journey, memory,
Form: Free verse
Metamorphosis, cotton-pink, serene,
Wafts atop granite watermelon green;
Cool desert mirage comforts night,
Refreshes dry-mouthed cityscape;
Soft dripped from vines, resplendent grape,
Remembered scenes of peaceful light;
Passionate rivers banked ‘n bright,
Magical waters where love takes shape.
Sandia sunsets
Silhouette Albuquerque
Promise tomorrows to come –
Moments forever
Captured in daily blessings
Remind all what matters still.
9/28/2016
Categories:
sandia, love,
Form: Free verse
When I think of you dear
My thoughts go back a ways
When we were there together
Back in our younger days
You loved your Albuquerque
The enchantment it fulfills
From down along the Rio
Up to the Northeast hills
And the lofty Sandia Mountains
With their watermelon hue
But when I think of Albuquerque
I’m thinking dear of you
I could have stayed in Albuquerque
I really think I could
I can taste the chilies cooking
Still smell the pinion wood
I can hear the coyotes howling
They’re calling to me too
But when I think of Albuquerque
I’m thinking dear of you
The azure blue I see there
Lights up the southern sky
And all along the valley
I smell the bread they fry
The layout of its Old Town
Where nothing there is new
But when I think of Albuquerque
I’m thinking dear of you
Categories:
sandia, love, places, romance,
Form: Rhyme
attacking with achiote
burns with botanas
challenging us with chalupas
deluge of dulce
elotes by the ear
frightening flan
gouged with guacamole
heaping on the hongas
isla isolation
jugo huge jagged jugs
KKKKKKKKKK
langosta lunges
monumental mezcal
no count nopalitas
organized ostion
pummeling pepino
quivering quesadillas
rebelling relleno
sandia sword fights
tortured tamales
uvas uprising
venting vedura
war of the no "W" words
xnipec xanadu
yerbabuena yells
zanahoria zealots
Categories:
sandia, food
Form: ABC
Albuquerque
You loved your Albuquerque
The enchantment it fulfills
From down along the Rio
Up to the Northeast hills
And the lofty Sandia Mountains
With their watermelon hue
But when I think of Albuquerque
I’m thinking dear of you
I could have stayed in Albuquerque
I really think I could
I can taste the chilies cooking
Still smell the pinion wood
I can hear the coyotes howling
They’re calling to me too
But when I think of Albuquerque
I’m thinking dear of you
The azure blue I see there
Lights up the southern sky
And all along the valley
I smell the bread they fry
The layout of its Old Town
Where nothing there is new
But when I think of Albuquerque
I’m thinking dear of you
Categories:
sandia, love, places, wife
Form: I do not know?