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Saturday, August 20, 2011

The Creek, Pottsville

December 2006

I play in the rippling river,
kicking against the current
and letting it float me back,
then rest on a hummock of sand
under the shallow surface.

The pelicans have departed
to the trees on the further bank.
Beyond, I hear the roar
of the surging ocean.

One suddenly flies right over me
feet tucked up, its wide wings
surprising me, half black.


 (Another oldie I've been tinkering with.)
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5 comments:

  1. indiwriterAugust 20, 2011 at 3:20 PM

    Thanks for sharing it. I liked the serenity it creates, only to disturb it a bit towards the end.

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  2. Dave KingAugust 20, 2011 at 6:09 PM

    That is a great little poem. Very fine indeed.

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  3. Rosemary Nissen-WadeAugust 20, 2011 at 10:56 PM

    Many thanks to you both for reading and commenting.

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  4. BarbAugust 21, 2011 at 2:34 AM

    This one startles, Rosemary - going from dreamily languid to shocking reality.

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  5. Rosemary Nissen-WadeAugust 22, 2011 at 1:00 PM

    Barb, perhaps you are reading more into it than I intended. We don't often get to see the underside of a pelican's wings, but the black feathers were natural.

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