A Dream of “The Valley of the Antelope”

Brought in from the cold.
                                                                                              Red and ripe.

A Dream of “The Valley of The Antelope”

I

The Garden

 

I brought tomatoes

in from the back porch today

to nurse back to health

a burning flower

whose tender ash falls to floor

dulling bloom color

rigid Rosemary

proves to be the most sturdy

compared to the mint.

Finite, the details

of every pine cone seedling

lying on the floor

a well managed pack

with a lawn always wettened

to soak chickens feet

to blow on hot coals

ignite the tinder and wood

set a life ablaze

                                                                                  Rugged ants begin trek.

II

Gone Zen

under front yard oak

some rugged ants begin trek

up the back to tap

to sit very still

to not upset the nature

of this long stillness

the young Maple stands

alone in the center plot

finding majesty

to water the soil

enough to keep a green sprout

long enough to grow

the painting is gone

a need to saunter awhile

refill the old tanks

in the street drainage

cattails live with plastic trash

some purple flowers

just like zen Haiku

my sandals sit still all worn out

many paths to go.

                                                                                  This home that I rent.

III

Underneath the Mud

A home for the wasps

the hornets and black widows

this home that I rent

throw rocks in a cave

to hear an echo from deep

figure out the depth

the odors linger

deep within every fiber

to help remember

how long can I hold

there mountaintop memories

before they are gone

the mountains will call

the more I hear from the trees

must learn to listen

walked through thorny branch

to follow you on your path

learn difficulties.

These misplaced rocks....
                                                                               Fallen out of other’s row…

IV

Maybe See What Comes of It

 

is this rock misplaced

fallen out of other’s row

threaten lawn mower

where sometimes puncture

the rubber lining of shoes

tall reeds touch the sky

a perfect mowed lawn

suburban duality

absence of wildlife

underneath the mud

a world of various frogs

below the perched birds

to turn one Maple

into a vast Aspen grove

yellow, black, and white

must grow inside home

a forest of greenery

in my living room

or growing a tree

make sure you water often

sit for years and wait

whether conifer

or miles of high desert plains

I have my own space

Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry.I currently live in Washoe Valley NV with my family.I am excited to share my poetry and my writing and I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

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Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I currently live in Washoe Valley NV with my family. I am excited to share my poetry and my writing and I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

5 thoughts on “A Dream of “The Valley of the Antelope”

  • December 21, 2018 at 6:57 PM
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    A wonderful work of poetry. Vivid descriptions make it easy to visualize nature at work.

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  • December 22, 2018 at 9:31 AM
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    Amazing words that tickle our thoughts to await the spring once again ! You have made such a friend for life in your gardens ! Sidenote ; As a man I have often watched a woman’s hands in her garden and walked away jealous my friend ! Nice writing I love this !…….Ed

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  • December 22, 2018 at 11:24 AM
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    You’ve shared the strength of mother nature in various forms of verse here my friend. The budding of life forms, the insects that tend to it with care and thought. The Zen of it all indeed, for without their care and love, rocks, mud, buds, bugs, sun, rain and tender love, nothing would thrive. A tender touch of a woman’s care, envious I am, but so much needed care. Being the vegan I am, I worship life of all animals on this planet, this poetry of twists and turns show me your versatility as a writer Jamie. Your pen was set free in Haiku forms and others. Well done, much enjoyed reading your expansive lively thoughts. Kudos

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  • January 6, 2019 at 9:25 AM
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    Thank you all for enjoying the first of my Haiku collections. I hope to write many more. Jamie

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