on hot still days in bright July,
I haunt these quiet flowing rivers,
their heron spiced shallows
deep shady pools like liquid glass,
darkened windows where trout
suspend and finning slowly dream
dawn, deer and wild turkeys drinking
pause, peering down and through,
and water serpents drowse at noon
sundown light and little frogs singing,
then the moon comes up like a
porcelain bowl adrift in a starry sea
(me)
I haunt these quiet flowing rivers,
their heron spiced shallows
deep shady pools like liquid glass,
darkened windows where trout
suspend and finning slowly dream
dawn, deer and wild turkeys drinking
pause, peering down and through,
and water serpents drowse at noon
sundown light and little frogs singing,
then the moon comes up like a
porcelain bowl adrift in a starry sea
(me)
Written for One Single Impression
9 comments:
Your pictures are beautiful and your poetry is amazing. Are you going to publish them?
nanakin
So pretty. Love the turtles. Love the beautiful imagery in your poem. It is imagery I am familiar with in "real life" and your poem resonants sweetly with my deep regard for our natural world. Thank you, Cate.
Beautifully calm mood here... and some lovely images.
Beautiful, both photos and words. I thought as I finished "...and all the world is water." :-)
Wow. Wow. The poem is beautiful and so well-written. And the photo is fun and beautiful as well.
liquid glass_porcelain bowl adrift in a starry sea_the camera of ur eyes capturing so much..thanks..
Oh, so peaceful! Thanks for this.
Your poem evokes the laziness associated with a summer day. You incorporated very nice imagery.
"then the moon comes up like a
porcelain bowl adrift in a starry sea" -- That line is exquisite. The whole poem is delicious. Completely sensory. I'm enjoying your poetry so much!
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