because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

Current

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There is a little, rhythmic lapping
against the inches of shore long
after the speedboats & skiers have passed,
not wake, but the ghosts of waves,
fading into the silence of water grasses.
I watch the Rappahannock become again glass
under flecked canopy of cloud, but do not see
the two osprey, hunched away
in their aerie offshore nest
from their dead netted brother.
Swung decayingly in the cruel July breeze,
he is just one too many, for all of us.
The knife-cries of the young
hunger for other sustenance, want
to swallow the wild wetness of life
whole. The river creeps in, indomitable,
filling our shadows with the vivid sun
of summergreen, as far as the eye can see.
The birds take flight, and there is no lament
in the urge of their feathers. Pulling back
the beachtowel from the water’s reach,
I think, too, we all should rise
up, and be further from death than that.

12 responses

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  2. Your words, observations and perceptive senses took me right there. I was here with you.

    July 9, 2016 at 3:29 pm

    • Thank you, Nan! Happy to have found some resonance with you.

      July 11, 2016 at 2:22 pm

  3. A powerful poem. I enjoyed it.

    July 10, 2016 at 10:47 am

    • Thanks, Ayala! Good to “see” you! 🙂

      July 11, 2016 at 2:23 pm

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  5. I was there in your description. Good to see you writing…. Loved this”The river creeps in, indomitable,
    filling our shadows with the vivid sun
    of summergreen, as far as the eye can see.”

    July 11, 2016 at 1:22 pm

    • Thanks, Mosk. It feels good to be writing again, too! 🙂

      July 11, 2016 at 2:24 pm

  6. This is amazing. I’m very happy to be back on here and reading your words

    August 12, 2016 at 10:57 pm

    • It’s great to hear from you! Thanks so much for stopping by & commenting!

      August 22, 2016 at 11:59 am

      • Rereading this….the last two lines are perfectly placed. They do something to my head…

        August 26, 2016 at 5:39 pm

  7. This poem put me right there. So much life and death in one poem! Love it.

    July 10, 2017 at 8:44 am

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