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I'm in with a quick one from the Pocono Mountains, where I am sharing the poetry love with others at Boyds Mills.
The art comes from another woman from the Hudson River School of artists: Julie Hart Beers. My subject? Rivers. Again.
Quick Process Note: The last line had "once again" tacked on, and as I was making the graphic, I realized those words were unnecessary, so I cut them! Thanks so much for reading.
no more river poems I said
yet here I am at your banks
watching you throw yourself
over boulders and ferry fallen leaves
it isn't the splash and sip
I crave so much as the current,
the way you push me into mystery:
where are we going?
what happens next?
they say every river ends
somewhere and maybe it's true
but even a dry riverbed carries
the crisp scent of possibility—
all it takes is a single storm
to set it flowing
to set it flowing
- Irene Latham
In September, the Aldo Leopold Foundation sponsored a presentation called "Thinking Like a Mountain: Sand County in Deep Time". Author Marcia Bjornerud shared "...how thinking like a geologist can expand your worldview and provide insights into the environmental crisis." There is truth in your beautiful line, "all it takes is a storm to set it flowing."
ReplyDeleteLoving these river poems. I like how you address the river itself in this one. :)
ReplyDeleteGreat ending! I love how it turns a storm into possibility. xo
ReplyDeleteI don't think one can ever have too many river poems. 😊 There's a mystery to rivers that keeps pulling us back, inviting us in.
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