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Retreat


06.01.17 Posted in today's words by

Linda Sonrisa’s most recent poem to appear here was “Orange Groves and Aerospace” (January 2017)

Retreat
By Linda Sonrisa

The pump
and snap of modern life
charges us up
with relentless dreams,
infinite distractions. We strike
poses projecting purpose.

There is no peace, to surrender means to drown.

Instead: tranquil ennui
on magnificent, near empty mountain.
Hummingbirds dance to their own hurdy-gurdy music.
Rattlesnakes buzz a slow warning from
hidden places.

Each evening
brings a sleigh-bell song of crickets.
Each morning
brings the endlessly whirling flies.

Grasshopper days of summer draw to a close.
House filled with laughter now still in the heavy heat.
The dirt pants in thirst.
Scent of warm earth baking rises up in greeting.

Retreat
Retreat to the land of sunsets
and flying saucers.
What could be better?
Every flight has its price.



2 Responses to “Retreat”

  1. Charlene james says:

    So aptly and fully realized allusions. Thank you. Must read more of Linda’s work

  2. Sandra says:

    Please write more!!

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