Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Having wasted my first fifty years, I drift to the banks of the Mississinewa and sit












































The rocks here are rocks, the water is water,
and the spiny branches of trees are not bones.
Clouds keep sliding away,
and nothing clutches at the sky.

Well, maybe I do.
Crow, keep your opinion to yourself.


11 comments:

  1. really nice short form poem...crows are, I believe, too smart to ignore..

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    1. Lorna: yes,yes, only a fool would ignore a crow!!

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  2. Even though being ten years short, this surely moved me much, as the whole day I thought about nothing else.

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    1. Robert: i'm not quite fifty yet, and the numbers don't really mean anything, but it does make one pause to evaluate one's life ... i've really have wasted a lot of it, from any reasonable perspective ... but, heh, (shrugging) i don't know that i would have done anything differently, if i had been wiser :-)

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  3. :) love it, made me smile in a Hughesian way. I especially like that 'and nothing clutches at the sky'.

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    1. Marion: :-) it's hard to write a crow poem without thinking of hughes :-)

      (really one of his best books -- i need to go back to it, i suddenly realize)

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  4. What an amazing truth and how beautifully written & photographed!! I once read that every town needs a river to forgive the town. How true. I grew up in/on the mighty Red River and have lived most of my life near it. It heals me over and over again. xo

    “The river is everywhere.”
    ― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

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    1. Marion: yes, there is something about water that heals, especially the flow and sound of a river. it has something to do with time, i think ... always when i am at the edge of water, time seems to move differently below the surface, where it is always about a billion B.C....

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  6. i must protest against this idea of "wasting" :-) nothing is wasted, otherwise you couldn't take such photos and write such poems, you couldn't simply SIT like you do, on the banks of a river...

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    1. Roxana: well, i certainly HAVE learned to sit, some would say only too well!! :-)) but, yes, thank you for believing this ... and, in fact, i wouldn't change anything of the past that would result in changing this moment ... amor fati has become easier in the past year and a half, especially, for reasons you know :-))

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