NaPoWriMo Day 24: Building Walls

 

Our prompt today was to write a poem that features walls, bricks, stones, arches, or the like.

Building Walls

The new neighbors are not friendly.
From their side of my wall,
they have severed the vines
that have covered my tall palms
that abut the wall
that has separated our properties
for thirteen years—
those maroon bougainvillea vines,
stretched ten feet wide
by covering layers of blue thunbergia,
formed a community that housed families
of birds and possums and possibly
a very large but harmless snake.
I saw it cross my patio once,
the dog and I turning our heads toward each other,
exchanging looks of surprise
like characters from a stage play or a comic book,
her so startled and curious that she followed,
nose to the ground, to the brush beside the
wall the snake had vanished into,
but never issued a bark.

At night the palm trees
and their surrounding cloaks
would give mysterious rustlings that
aroused the barking of the dogs
and I’d let them in—the pup to sleep
in the cage that was his security
and my security as well—against chewed
Birkenstocks and ruined Oaxacan rugs
and treats purloined from the little silver
garbage can that held the kitchen scraps
saved for Yolanda’s pigs.

Along with the vines,
the new neighbors cut the bougainvillea
that grew to fifteen feet above my wall
and furnished privacy from the eyes
of those standing on their patio,
ten feet above mine,
so that now their patio looks directly down
on my pool and hot tub and into my bedroom,
their new bright patio light shining all night long
into my world formerly filled
with stars and moonlight and tree rustlings.

The old wall has revealed its cracks and colors
from several past paintings
that were later made unnecessary by its cloak of vines.
It is an ugly wall that  separates  neighbors,
echoing the now-dead vines that stretch 80 feet up
to the fronds of the palms.
It takes three men three days to cut the refuse of
the dry vines down from the trees,
two truckloads to bear the cuttings away.

The dogs still bark, but the possum and the birds
have gone to some other haven,
and the men come to erect the metal trellis,
12 feet high, above the top of my low wall.
I hope the bougainvillea will grow
to cover it this rainy season,
building a lovelier wall
between neighbors who still have not met
by their preference, not mine,
causing me to wonder
if I really am as welcome in this country
as I have felt for all these years.
“My neighbors are the same,” my friend tells me.
“They do not really want us here,
and if you think they do,
you are deluding yourself.”

Thirteen years in Mexico. I miss my old neighbors,
best friends who would come to play Mexican Train at 5 minutes notice.
I miss their little yipping dog and the splash of their fountain
that the new neighbors ripped out and threw away
and the bougainvillea that drooped over my wall into their world.
“Scorpions!” the new neighbors decreed, and lopped it off wall-high.
It was a wall more than doubled in its height
by a vine as old as my life in Mexico
that can now be peered over
even from their basement casita.

With old walls gone,
higher walls of misunderstanding
have been constructed.
Each weekend their family streams in from Guadalajara.
Children laugh, adults descend the stairs
to their hot tub down below.
When I greet them, they do not smile.
I have painted the old wall,
now so clearly presented to view,
and I have taken to wearing a swimsuit in my hot tub,
waiting for my new wall to grow higher.

Before detail of tree vine

“Before” detail of tree vine and hedge.

"After" detail of tree vine.

“After” detail of tree vine.

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8 thoughts on “NaPoWriMo Day 24: Building Walls

  1. okeating

    Poetry you can present on ‘Neighbours From Hell’. Do you have that kind of TV programme? Another epic and wonderful work from you and some great pictures to go with it.

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  2. grieflessons Post author

    Thanks, O. I don’t have TV here, by choice, although I watch movies and selected programs sent to me by friends. My new neighbors no doubt have their gripes as well…as it usually goes. And, actually, although my privacy is nil, cutting down all the greenery has furnished wonderful views of the lake. Guess that is another poem.

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  3. Candace

    I’m sorry for your change and loss. Change is sometimes hard and loss of friends is hard too. So, in this time of change, be good to your self and have some chocolate.

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  4. Allenda Moriarty

    Sob! I wish you were still our neighbor! Miss our great train games, gnoshing on far too many occasions, laughing our way through hours of good times. I am so astounded and disappointed that the new neighbors turned out to be so unfriendly. I hate the fact that they ravaged the plants, both yours and ours. Such a shame to destroy that wonderful and alluring habitat that the vines on your palm provided. I used to love to lounge in my jacuzzi and watch the birds fly in and out. So many memories…all wonderful…of you.

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  5. grieflessons Post author

    Yes–I was hoping this would be one you didn’t read. It just seemed a natural topic for the given theme, but I must say now that all is over and done, I’m enjoying the expanded view–although it will be nice when the trellis between our houses is covered. Thanks for reading my blog.

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  6. Ann O'Neal Garcia

    This made me so angry! It reminded me of why we left our place in New Mexico…after the neighbor directly across from us played an outdoor radio at high volume every night and had spotlights directed toward our house. It’s pathetic when people desecrate such sacred things. Your before and after wall is haunting me and I’m so sorry. Loved the line where you and the dog looked at each other after seeing the snake. People like you should set the “rules” re/ neighborhoods, and then we’d all be happier. Remember our 19th St. house? Directly in front of the dining room window was an orange blossom plant that bloomed in late spring and produced heavenly scents. The lady who bought our house had all bushes chopped down in front of house so people could see how pretty the house was. I will never understand! But I do understand sentiments such as yours. I feel sad for you. Powerful poem.

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  7. grieflessons Post author

    Thanks, Ann. Now that all is said and done, there has been some benefit. Yes, the incredibly beautiful vines are gone–if I can find them in the mire of my backup hard drives, I’ll try to find pics to show how magnificent they were–but, I do now have a better view of the lake. They refuse, however, to return my pool pump my gardener loaned to the old owners and that I requested they return…and that is perhaps why they refuse to talk to me. Ah well, there are two sides to every issue, but yes, I can’t believe people would remove plants to give a better view of a house. In my estimation, plants are part of the whole picture. Thanks for reading my blog. Every time, I look forward to your comments.

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