Thursday, December 02, 2010

Poetry Thursday

Alabama Kitty

Mill Creek Canyon

Two canyons south
from the one which brought
the first pioneers to this valley,
almost close enough
to say you were in
Salt Lake City. Yet
we had trees to look up to and
tree's to block the light
that lets you know you are not
alone in so many senses of that word.
Up threw the trees we saw those stars
which were here when we were not
and when we first came and
before.  But the stars and the trees
do not matter so much
as the fact that we were sitting there,
around a fire with sticks
skewering meat,
loosing who we were in
the darkness around us,
the mingling of
air heated by fire
and air cooled by night
on the surface of our skin.
Edifying like new love.
The hot, and cold,
like light and dark,
trees and the thought of concrete.

Dan Morris

(Poetry inspired photography based on Daniel's chapbook, Following The Day.)

p.s. Dan had two poems accepted this morning. 
Congratulations Daniel.
I'm going to take you out to celebrate.
Peppermint hot cocoa is on me. 

love love,
Fritzi Marie


Chrissy said...

This is great Kitty!

And love the pic with your awesome doc's!!

Congrats to the 2 poems being accepted - go and celebrate!

Anonymous said...

That picture reminds me how much I miss my old Docs. They were so good to me for 10 years and then I finally had to lay them to rest. I have been unable to replace them. But maybe I should?

Grats on the poems! Thats awesome!

A'n'G Johnson said...

Oh Kitty. This makes my heart sigh. I love the poem you picked this week. And it makes me wish it was camping season so my beloved and I could escape to the mountains for a romantic weekend

lindsey said...

i am envious of your boot photo. it turned out great! so so proud of dan. wish i were there to celebrate with you guys - snowy hugs instead!!!!!


Café Bouclé said...

I love this poetry! *_*

Lauren said...

oh, i really like this one!