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Chimayo Moon
by Kathleen Wilson(over Santa Fe, New Mexico)
Almost sung,
in a soft, swinging rhythm as if gazing
at a quickly moving stream while walking,
the italic portions
can be read by a second reader
Chimayo sweet dusty
daughter of the river
your rose unencumbered body
winds at water's edge
you watch with still
innocent eyes intent
rising rose mountains
waves from sunset's sea
Chimayo
Mountain and River call you daughter
freshly awakened
you nod your head shyly
to think of your mighty birth
radiant one
sister skipping in morning sunlight
by the great mesas
you echo in a humming song
River and Mountain
I sit in a city
far from your light laughter
eat gratefully
a cucumber
you gave me sweet
and curved like your smiles
01/04/1976 Author's Note: another traveling poem during my year in Santa Fe. Chimayo was a small town nearby--the local farmers grew very sweet cucumbers and other wonderful vegetables and brought them to market. These poems are revised a bit, this year. But their rhythms sing in my mind, placed there from the initial feeling with much remembrance.
Posted on 01/04/2008
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/04/08 at 07:34 PM It's all you, your wonderful voice gives it away...but, you have a definate southwest tone and flavor here. Delighted! Thanks. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 01/05/08 at 05:29 AM Reading someone’s early work is like comparing before and after x-rays of their spine. I do however like the posture and complexion of your chic.
Methinks I like the early works almost as well as the nouveau Kathabela!
Your personification of Nature sets the stage for endless possibilities, while the lines, “you echo in a humming song, far from your light laughter, and curved like your smiles”, make this fabulous poem spring to life. Good stuff, songstress!
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| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/05/08 at 02:29 PM this poem is like a key to the city, which to enter is to discover therein, a dream which you assembled from the bones, meat, sinews and blood and heart of the place you visited so long ago, and fashioned in ways which are entirely your own. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/05/08 at 09:49 PM An easy engaging rhythm. "your rose unencumbered body
winds at water's edge" - a lovely sense of freedom and color and elements touching.
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