“Waves of Joy” — Image by kenne
Palo Verde trees, common to the Sonoran Desert, brighten the Tucson area with millions of five-petaled yellow blossoms in the springtime.
OUR NEIGHBORHOOD — TRYING TO REASON
We traverse these streets,
sometimes early in the morning,
sometimes late in the day,
sometimes walking,
sometimes running —
always for a reason.
We wave at passersby,
sometimes we greet them,
sometimes it’s just a smile
sometimes we stop and talk,
sometimes walking together,
always for a reason.
We have neighborly expectations,
sometimes it’s watering plants,
sometimes it’s calling the ill,
sometimes it’s being complimentary,
sometimes it’s being watchful,
always for a reason.
We can be a convivial people,
sometimes we go out together,
occasionally we party together,
sometimes we join clubs together,
sometimes we share community work,
always for a reason.
We can be adversaries,
sometimes our expectations are not real,
sometimes we overreact,
sometimes we take reactions personally,
sometimes power is polarized, frustration generalized,
always for a reason.
We can be Pleasantville,
sometimes we are without color,
sometimes we are in pools of sorrow,
sometimes we are in waves of joy,
sometimes drifting through my open mind,
always for a reason.
— kenne
“Pools of Sorrow” — Image by kenne
Reblogged this on tanuri and commented:
Pools of Sorrow, waves of joy and a time to sound the need for autonomous and creative intercourse among person in our community.
I think this is a lovely sentiment and I applaud you for sending it out in an attempt to bring the community together. Nice creative work.
I love this video and love Fiona Apple’s version of the Lennon classic thank you for a lovely post!
Yes, I used Apple’s cover because I really like it.
It is a beautiful version and I feel it changes the meaning in a way.
Reblogged this on Becoming is Superior to Being and commented:
I look at this posting, now five years ago and find it hard to believe. Then as now, the Palo Verde trees are blooming providing streets lined with gold. This is a wonderful time of the year in the desert. We have now said adios to our “snowbird” neighbors. leaving the community to the “desert” people. — kenne