Sometimes you forget about things that you write.
More often than not, you forget about a lot.
Last spring I went to the New Mexican hills and plateaus with my mom. We visited Taos, Santa Fe, and Albuquerque during a long weekend. We visited art museums, galleries, native communities, and lots of vintage shops looking for old turquoise. There is something about the arts found in the desert that renews inspiration.
We stayed at a renovated auto-motel now swim club & motel, El Rey Court, in Santa Fe, where I wrote this little poem about the impossibly never-ending blue skies there on our morning out.
Skyroom
A sky shaped like a 4-pane window,
just to show that
our homes can be in the clouds, too.
I’ve been experimenting with different styles of poetry recently, not having the most time to write since *any* free time that I do find for myself is spent reading. Which, I feel like switches back and forth throughout the seasons. Writing what I can, I.e. smaller, shorter, less “imaginative” strings of words.
These still live on among the pages of my journal, where I've been documenting life.
Until next time,
Madeline
So happy you had this time with your Mom. We always look forward to your post.
Rachel Mullenbach
As always. Enjoyed.