Soft breeze
Makes dry grass
Crackle
Edge of dusk
Peers over ending of day
Golden light
Glimmers on riverbank
Water silent
Swiftly moves forward
Dog barks
Rooster crows
Birds converse
Yet
Water silent
Swift
Moves on
Pale purple blossoms
Grow
In the midst of garbage and weeds
Grace
In the middle of imperfection
Like us really
Water
Swift and silent
Moves on
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Just a little something I wanted to share with you all. I wrote it when I was sitting down by the river, attempting to capture the magic of it all, I'm not sure how much of it transferred but hopefully you get something of what I mean.
I also named my bike for those of you that are wondering-Solioquy. It means talking when alone-I do a lot of that, though mostly in the form of writing. One day when I was just sitting by the river, having escaped the noise of town, I looked up and there she was shillouhetted by the sunlight-the name was there. Its a bit poetic, i know, but hey...I have a creative bent so why not?
2 comments:
Did you mean Soliloquy?
I think that's a great name for the bike. What better place to talk to yourself. (I do that a lot out on the road).
Very nice poem too, I have a definite picture of where you were sitting and how you felt at that momnent. Thank you!
yes I did-I have such a hard time spelling it! And thanks so much for your note about the poem. I hoped the imagery would come across. :)
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