This is a small poetry club that started as a poetry email exchange between two friends. Our goal is to read a poem everyday, and this blog is one way to help keep us accountable. There is only one valid rule in poetry club: there are no rules in poetry club. Read any poem, in any order, with any or no interactions. You decide. We only suggest you read poetry!
Papago- a grouping from the Native Americans residing in https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tohono_O%27odham_people southern Arizona, northern Mexico. Without knowing this, you feel the presence of nature..not just nature I suppose, but one who is "with" nature. Simplicity. That's it. Growing light feels like sunrise instead of sunset. Rising, growing, it feels as though we witness the edge. Why does sunset not feel like such an edge? We are comforted by the fading light, but it brings such a different energy. I have always been most fond of the setting sun.
Papago- a grouping from the Native Americans residing in
ReplyDeletehttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tohono_O%27odham_people southern Arizona, northern Mexico.
Without knowing this, you feel the presence of nature..not just nature I suppose, but one who is "with" nature. Simplicity. That's it.
Growing light feels like sunrise instead of sunset. Rising, growing, it feels as though we witness the edge.
Why does sunset not feel like such an edge? We are comforted by the fading light, but it brings such a different energy. I have always been most fond of the setting sun.
I lived about 2 miles from a Papago Park in Tempe, it was a great place to watch a sunset, and probably the rise although, sadly, I never did.
ReplyDeleteI've never thought of it as an edge before. That seems like a flat Earth idea. But I always remember seeing Earth as round, so no edges.