Monday, October 23, 2017

Walk with me by the Riverwood





tangerine leaf fell
not with creak-creaking sounds
nor screech-screeching seagull's cries
but with firm swish

into the river's belly,
mirror of lazy summer- 



tides gently rock
as blue sky pitches its ageless swansong



under his bug-bitten skin,
his heart was green
pasture, fluffy with cottonseeds-







Posted for dVerse Poets - Quadrille -  post of 44 words with the word CREAK.   Spent a wonderful autumn afternoon in Riverwood, a conservation area in our city.  Thanks for joining us.

38 comments:

  1. Love the sense you bring to that leaf... have not thought so much about the sound it makes... but I think creaking would be the last of them

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  2. Cool--a leaf's adventure--rife with life & memories, terrific word-smithing, and nice switch to person observing & dreaming.

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  3. Very evocative and some great imagery - also love the leaf colour so obvious yet I've never seen it used :)

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  4. What a cool Quad! I love that leaf and its advetures.

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  5. I like the memories the leaf carries.

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  6. A wonderfully painted, swishing tangerine leaf, Grace! I am so pleased that 'his heart was green
    pasture, fluffy with cottonseeds'!

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  7. I'll walk with you there any day! Loving so much about this and most especiall this image:
    "the river's belly,
    mirror of lazy summer-"

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  8. I liked the green heart under bug-bitten skin. Also, nice photo.

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  9. Thank you, Riverwood sounds like a beautiful place!

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  10. And the river will still be there in spring. Lovely.

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  11. The last of it's life. Great capture indeed.

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  12. Bug-bitten skin and green heart- good descriptions

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  13. So beautifully descriptive I could smell the leaf mold!

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  14. I could feel myself drifting with the leaf. I think your cottonseed could plant some soft dreams.

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  15. Oh, wow. I love your unique take on this Grace.

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  16. but with firm swish
    into the river's belly,
    mirror of lazy summer-

    Can well picture how lazy is lazy summer!

    Hank

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  17. I love the word sounds here, and the picture you paint (as well as the actual photo).

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  18. lovely slow and easy rhythm - not the least bit windy day rushing creek [creak!]. He sounds like someone worth knowing

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  19. This is so gorgeous, Grace, especially those closing lines. Just wonderful!

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  20. Your pastoral imagery is always right on. Even with the incongruous prompt, "creak."

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  21. Sounds like a lovely romantic moment there grace.
    I love the sounds you created
    and there is a nice sense of movement as well.
    the new life inside of him that you get to enjoy, be a part of, is lovely too.

    I snuck in and left you one in the comments at dverse.

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  22. Ahh a lovely poem for fall. I just love to watch the leaves swirl to the ground. :)

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  23. What a peaceful journey. You paint tranquil still-life well.

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  24. I really like the onomatopoeia here.

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  25. Beautiful descriptions; I can just picture this.

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  26. OH man the seasons are changing again. Those transitions are hard on me but I do like the way you give remembrance to summer.

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  28. A wonderful melodious read. I love the title.

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