THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "The Hand-Carved Loon" by Robert Adamson:
murk bottom made poem bird balsathings sleek head glides waves cuts
the bird glides
over the sleek waves
he made a balsa sculpture
that reminded her
of that bird
it was lightweight and free
just like him
keep your head
slipping on
the green murk at the bottom
of the rock pool means
tropical ulcers from cuts
not the time
for things to go wrong girly
you're on your own now
Thinking about our path...wondering, but keeping our eye on the path as we move on with our lives....this reminded me of some very important times, when I regained my footing and journeyed forward alone to find myself again. Wonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteDonna@LivingFromHappiness
That sense of journey and the wisdom of travelling lightly neatly and originally captured here... Enjoyed it very much
ReplyDeleteAn enigmatic and powerful poem
ReplyDeleteWe do draw from nature in our mind wanderings and reverie, and more or less some impressions touch us deeply enough to etch themselves in our consciousness. Lovely write Rall
ReplyDeletemuch love...
"lightweight and free....just like him." Yes, attention must be paid to keeping one's footing. Loved this.
ReplyDeleteSuch depths in this piece – rather like the rock pool itself.
ReplyDeleteExcellent!
ReplyDeleteZQ
We all need wisdom like this for our journeys. Lovely
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