I have come to gaze

The remains of an old house near the shores of Willow Lake, Prescott, Arizona

I have come to gaze
on the clover and milkweed.
They are thick this month;
great drifts of leaves and stems
flare up
around the foundation
of the old farmhouse,
where something tiny
glitters on a stone.
The midday sun
is hot enough
to parch or melt
the thing that glitters,
and if it perishes,
who will keen for it?


Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Posted on May 7, 2017, in Arizona, Poetry Pantry, Poets United, Prescott, Shadow Shot Sunday 2, Sunday's Whirligig and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 23 Comments.

  1. mourning for light is a wonderful idea

  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    Over time, your poems and photos are giving me a strong sense of the land where you live, and an appreciation of its unique beauty.

  3. Who indeed. This is beautifully deep ❤️

  4. Who once lived there? Possibly they keen for it.

  5. Whilst it glitters the old farmhouse still lives. A poignant piece indeed.

    Click to visit Keith’s Ramblings!

  6. I remember how soon it all went away in the desert… maybe we have to let it go and wait for the rain.

  7. This reminds me of a series of photos we have we call ‘somebody’s dreams’. The hopes, struggles and efforts that go into building a life often fade and crumble after the life passes. Your words are a beautiful take on the scene.

  8. I can see it all, the Milkwood, the old farmhouse, the thing that glitters. Beautiful.

  9. Best one so far …with existing Word theme floatin’ in the Pantry this week 🙂

  10. The remnants of old homesteads always make me wax poetic, wondering about the stories now long forgotten. Well written!

  11. Nice. I like the poetry you attach to a photo, the thoughts you express and the words you use. I like the question that you leave to linger.

  12. All that glitters is not gold ~ I wonder who will remember the farmhouse and the stories within it’s frame.

  13. Wonderful photo and words. Perhaps the glitter is a tear from the rock itself, remembering?



  14. Remembering is just for foolish humans when almost everything else look only to tomorrow.

  15. Paula Scott Molokai Girl Studio

    Good question-who will?

  16. Wistful, I enjoyed reading.

  17. Remains of the the old houses always makes me sad 😦 however it’s a good capture …

  18. The midday sun is hot enough
    to parch or melt the thing that glitters

    One will always expect nature to take its course. Though most often not many are bothered! Great observation MMT!


  19. I was looking for a way to “Like” this about a million times. Fantastic stuff (both photographic and poetic), Teach! THANKS.

    • magicalmysticalteacher

      High praise! Thank you, Ron!

      On Sat, May 13, 2017 at 5:17 AM, Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:


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