Coolness still creeps
amid shadows of March
on the eastern slope of evening.
I linger at the lookout
while echoes of long ago
reverberate across stretches
of creosote below.
Women painting pots
beneath fragrant junipers
their chanting lazy
in the late afternoon sun.
The young men keep watch
straightening bows
shaping arrowheads of stone.
Their signs are here yet
in shifting sands
black on white sherds
accented by bullet riddled bluffs
from fools who never had
to make the land their friend.
Author notes
prompt was parallel
photo by author
A contest entry
- Parallel by pinkink.
3061 points, ended March 27, 8 entries
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luv this
it is a great picture i think it beckons stillness and does remind me of an ancient time
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This is beautifully written wich such soulful thoughts, love the parallel you have created like two pictures side by sides still they are part of the same frame.
Truly well done and how i love the last 2 lines.
Magic and powerful.
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Awesome - Love it!!
I really like this piece, and can appreciate the feeling that went into your muse's writing of this heart-warming, truthfully written poem. This is a great photo, as well. 
Peace always, xx Cyn xx 
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Thank you very much, I wander around the area where the photo was taken on an almost daily basis, the place gives me a sense of peace and a sense of outrage at the people who go there and shoot it up like it's still wild west times, so I feel I need to protect it somehow, lol, thanks for reading!
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This was deep and I read it twice, clearly a lack of appreciation...one of those you don't know what you have until it's gone things. Those who appreciate and those who just took things for granted. Good work missy! ~Tia
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Intriging
tranquil images that transcend
shallow minds cluttered with
materialistic pursuits of self.
A lovely poem with a strong message.
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Thanks darelll, much appreciated...
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This doesn't blow me away, but it is quite relaxing to read.
Would you say the prompt comes into it as the parallel between man and nature?
Good luck in contest.
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Yes, I am not one to blow anyone away with my poetry, lol, but thanks I think.
The parallel for me is modern man paralleling the ancient ones, (Anasazi) walking the same land yet not connecting in their respect for it. -
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Ah, parallels between time spans, that's cool.
Once again, good luck!
Id X
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This is great - If you take out the "imagine", I can imagine this is the voice of an Anasazi woman still there and describing what she sees going on all around her. It captures her voice.
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yes, I agree with you there, thanks very much!
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"Their signs are here
in shifting sands
black on white sherds
accented by bullet riddled bluffs
from fools who never had
to make the land their friend."
Oh, your verse speaks the truth here. I can visualize what it looks like today compared to yesteryear.
Can you tell me, what are sherds? I am not familiar with that word.
Thanks for entering, peace, and good luck!
- pink
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Sherds are what pieces of ancient pottery are referred to, similar to shards but sherds is the correct term, thanks for enjoying...
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