Hedgerow #10 – The River

 
the river  Silence
beckons,
i dive in
listening
to ancient psalms
sing their poetry
tapping deeper
touching the pain
swimming through
to the still, silent pool,
i reach for a whisper
a single metaphor,
murmured underwater
an echo…. maybe joy
gasping,
and coming up
for air
then seeing
the sun rise
hearing the sky shout,
i breathe,
find a voice,
and sing.
**

hedgerow: a journal of small poems # 10

11/28/14

Dragonfly !

Weeding at
 six forty-five
A.M. and already
I am perspiring.
Little rivers tickle down my back and face, mixing with the citronella I
bathed in,  before venturing into mosquito territory.  There is a sparrow
singing
in the cherry tree, serenading  early risers.  I sweat and remind
myself that  all this bending will keep me young, allegedly. I spot
a dragonfly
on the bee balm
right next to my leg.
Breath skips out
of me.  Now
he flies,
spins,
thin
as a
whis
per,
land
ing
on a
shoe,
resting
from
what
ever it
is a
dra
gon
fly
d
o
e
s
!

 

Published 7/14 –  Bards Annual 2014 – a Poetry Anthology 

Poem-a-Day # 28 #29

 #28 Haiga in Black and White

IMG_0773dawn stillness.jpg

dawn stillness-
a blue heron
rising without a ripple

*

#29 Tanka

IMG_0773 the sandpipers

 

For PAD, NaWriPoMo, Local Gems Poetry Press

Prompt – write a water poem

This photo (and two ‘haiku moments’  I had the morning I took it) inspired these poems.  I am enjoying the process of manipulating images in photoshop and various other programs.  The second image reflects a bit of playing to create a pencil-drawing-like image.