Notes from a small boat
Sweeping from darkening skies
come fisher bats gulping
young piranha in the gloaming
consumed in a rush of algae ripe in
fresh water
the
Symphony of cicadas and frogs
drown my thoughts
pushing them to Amazonian depths
to asphixiate in primordial mud.
Chaos of Times Square and the Roman Coleseum
collide on a hand-hewn boat
Our engine stopped.
One paddle for eight.
Dusk shifts to night
draining sunrise from my cells
to replace lightness with the
anaconda spirit within.
I become the river and the
river is the night.
December 10, 2007
A moment on the river
Written by
Whirling Dervish
at
4:56 PM
Labels: Poetry, Rivers, Whirling Dervish, Writers Island
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12 Comments:
I'm glad you took Rethabile's suggestion yourself; "draining sunrise from my cells" is terrific here. It adds so much depth to your Amazonian experience(s).
i love the last stanza especially....it's like a shroud encompassed you...
beautifully written.
very interesting moment.
what an excellent venue for exercising both prompts... this was an adventure to remember that is for sure!!!!!
Very vivid moments etched in the mind. Sounds like a wonderful time.
Rose
xo
this is so richly beautiful... I felt as if I were there, winding through the memory of your river moment...
An adventure, a moment! Vivid and vibrant - love it! And its title is perfect!
Such a precious and colorful moment...a beautiful and adventurous experience.. thank you.
UL
Oh this was enchanting in a sinuous way! Yum!
i just wanted to let you know i wrote a response to poefrika's challenge to use your line "sunshine in my cells" and posted it here... i just realized i probably should have linked to you too,, so i will go do that now... thanks for the inspiration!!!!!
"in darkness"
You nailed this one. You said it right, you paced it right, you used your own words right (LOL). Bravo.
You asked a question: Yes, I am co-editor of Canopic Jar.
Lastly, I slipped the prompt into this poem: The bonfire
so beautiful...
this has such rich images, and in the end, it looked like you either had to struggle against, cementing your "otherness" or instead agree to peacefully adopt the "here and now" you were in. I'm glad it was the latter.
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