“I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.” ~ Vincent van Gogh

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.)


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

  2. That is a great little poem. Very fine indeed.

  3. Many thanks to you both for reading and commenting.

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

  5. 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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