November 23, 2008
By Lucia Hadella, Talent, OR

It is a cold and steamy morning
Like a moist breath
Exhaled open-mouthed
Onto a window
And a finger traced across one time
To say ‘See? It’s all still out there’

The green slope
Above hotel rooms 200-211
Waves at me with branches
Of pine and oak and yellow-leaved mystery
And there is a hose, too
Wound in a sloppy coil over a rusty hook
Funny, because here it is always raining

I wonder bravely what would happen if I ventured up the slope
Took the well-kept gravel trail that
Curves to the left and maybe keeps going until it can see the ocean
And to the blue and red birdhouse
Whose porch has the best view of all

I think that if I were a bird
I would live there on the border
Where behind is plushy, photosynthesized green
And the view ahead is all blues, grays and whites
Of a crabby, crashing sea

It is a cold and steamy morning
As I sit in the window with the peeling white paint
And exhale
Then drag my finger through the cloud
See? It’s all still out there

The author's comments:
I wrote some of this while sitting on the balcony of a little motel in Brookings, Oregon. The morning was as described in the poem, and the rumbling ocean less than a mile away made a picturesque atmosphere for the creating of poetry. This poem grew on me, and I find new meaning in it each time I read it.

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This article has 4 comments.

arariel68 said...
on Dec. 12 2008 at 1:19 am
god you are so talented! i think this one is my favorite :)

Angel_15 said...
on Dec. 12 2008 at 12:39 am
i love it u r really really good i'm going to go read more

cookiecutter said...
on Dec. 11 2008 at 11:58 pm
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on Dec. 10 2008 at 5:24 am
That was AMAZING!!!!! Your wording drew vivid images, and your attention to detail made me feel as if I were really there!!!! Thank you so much for sharing this with others!!!!

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