Lost Poems: Rabbit Hunting

Rabbit Hunting

Driving

up highway 85 to take me to school,
catching a glimpse of Fort Vasquez,
sitting there, clay putty walls, a museum,
sandwiched between highway on either side,
my Papa would point to the hills to the east and tell the tale of

December 7th 1941:

"Me and Donald, who was really more my brother's friend then mine,
were rabbit hunting, which I hardly ever did.
Donald pointed out to a bushy area of the hill,
'I'm gonna get him watch.' I didn't even see a rabbit there.
Donald pointed his gun up to the sky.
I thought he was crazy but he arched his shot

and SMACK,

the little rabbit came tumbling down the hill.
I don't think I hit one rabbit that day.
Coming home that night in his little convertible,
we turned the radio on to listen to some tunes,
but there weren't any on. We flipped though all the stations but, no music,
all they were talking about was the Japaneses and somewhere called

Pearl Harbor."

~Annette
Poem written in the spring of 2003

Photographs taken on August 5th 2015

Learning how to breathe

Bedside Pansies = thinking of you



 

 

A simple breath isn't as easy as it may seem sometimes.
A deep cleansing breath is composed of three parts.
The first step is to inhale, smelling the air,
filling up the diaphragm and allowing the air to travel up
to the base of the lungs, expanding the rib cage until
the clean air reaches the uppermost regions of the lungs.

At this point some may hold their breath, especially if afraid.
The cleansing has been trapped, on hold, paused.
If held for too long one collapses to the floor -
passes out...
or worse.

The natural next step in a cleansing breath is to exhale.
This is done to allow the now old, stale air
to exit either through the nostrils or through the mouth.
Both have there uses depending on the individual's needs.
If in severe pain or under duress might I suggest
the best course of action is to exhale through the mouth -
Forcefully if necessary.

The final part of the breath is subtle.
It is a small, quiet pause,
the space between.

 

Oh dear thistle...

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Oh dear thistle, how you do bristle,
unadorned and so forlorn. 
The austerity highlighted in
    your severity.
Being so ascetic --
    it's pathetic.

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Globe thistle = austerity