Random Thoughts on Rocks and Algae

Down by the mud banks of Skunk Creek,
checking out the meniscus up the water strider's legs,
waiting for the bullheads to spit stones into a Roman mosaic,
hoping the undulating green algae would flow auburn
like the hair of Venus blown by the wild gawking turkeys
in the tall grass. But that's another museum.
That's a different day in the gallery,
below the bur oak bowers
where the cottonwood seed floats on a breath,
as if examining the probability of falling too soon
upon the water.

◄ No Shields No Gear

To Tracy on our 25th ►

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Devon Brock

Sun 4th Aug 2019 13:29

Thanks all for the likes and comments.

Jennifer, I am happy that you picked up on the Botticelli reference, and I hope it worked. I tend to be a bit iffy on devices such as that. Also, there are a lot of skunks here, but I don't know why the creek is named Skunk Creek.

Adam, absolutely love your meditation of the falling locust leaves.

Don, no of-fence ever taken. I enjoy your sploofy remarks - now that one's in my new age dictionary - Sploofy (adj.) - splendidly goofy, often used to describe one who loves playing the fool.

Jason, thank you, it is one of those moments when we seek beyond hope I guess, for what is in flux and passing to become solid, permanent, still and always beautiful.

jennifer Malden

Sun 4th Aug 2019 06:30

Great writing as usual.Liked the part about the green algae flowing auburn - and are there skunks in Skunk Creek? So many people just can't see the beautiful details when they go for a watery walk.

Jennifer

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Adam Rabinowitz

Sun 4th Aug 2019 00:52

I love the description here. I wrote something about falling leaves a few days ago that I was reminded of in your piece.

Late July and the yellow leaves of the locust caught summer breeze and light and spun on their way down...some though found a bit of air ground-warmed and rising and those floated and rose briefly...not looking to return but merely to imitate the nearby swallow...reminding me that falling can be the same as flight.

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Don Matthews

Sun 4th Aug 2019 00:14

Your random thoughts spin out at me
I'm in meniscal haze
(Meniscal's in my New Age dic)
I'm in creative craze

Now Devon, you know me by now
No of-fence do I mean
It's just my oofty mixed-up mind
That's on your screen your seein'

Seriously, a nice poem.....forgive my wayward mind.

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Jason Bayliss

Sat 3rd Aug 2019 23:47

Devon, I've said it before and I'll say it again, you have a superb talent for painting a moment in time that is extraordinary, just extraordinary.

J. x

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