California Droughts

At the Poetry Society of Colorado meeting on Saturday, we worked with some different techniques and means of finding inspiration from the cut-up to writing about abstract paintings. I have yet to come up with a title for this piece based on an abstract painting by an artist whose name escapes me right now...

Here goes...

Summers Pass
I am summer's passage, stifling.
The yellows trapping in,
the greens I push away,
tumbling in the wind
drifting across expansive highways
where no one is driving.

I am there,
where secret daisies bloom like the sun
sheltered from the human onslaught.

I am growth, upwards and onward.
Ever westward,
until the fields cease to produce stalks of wheat.

I am California droughts,
sunburned in summers past.



-Carrie

"Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry" -Jack Kerouac