who is she? face like mine but aged in a tiny sudden way surprising as a pond - murky water turned mother of pearl a dance-floor for the sky time is a galaxy pinpointed and vast I find security counting frost hairs around a leaf; photographing rain drops in the puddles the trees swing deep one inch depth consumes the angophora’s towering height she is there too it’s where we find each other flipper thin and bare as cotton reels we meet upside-down this year it makes sense like Earth needing a face-mask

linked to earthweal open weekend #76
A bit too abstract for my masculine noggin to completely comprehend if I am honest BUT the imagery is haunting and beautiful.🙂
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Thanks, Hobbo. Yes, thanks for being honest. It might not work. Glad the imagery did something though. 🙂
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I’m sure it works for some people, a bit above me that’s all. Anyway, we can enjoy poetry without necessarily understanding what the poet is saying can’t we. 🙂
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Very true. 🙂
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This is absolutely beautiful. Such wonderful imagery, time as a galaxy….the pool a dance floor for the sky………..gorgeous.
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Thanks Sherry! So glad you liked it. 💕
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Full of wonderful images. I enjoyed this very much.
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Thanks, Bob. ☺️
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Upside down. All of it. and yet still there to reflect upon. (K)
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So true. 🙂
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beautitul; I too find security in observing and recording the surprising intricacies of nature, not so much my own aging; a little frightening, ‘aged in a tiny, sudden way’; a great, topical ending !
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Thanks, John. I am glad you liked it. I hope people can make sense of it. 🙂
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they’ll find their way around it or into it 🙂 we writers are lucky: we can lose ourselves in the fascination with the minutiae of nature 🙂
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Beautifully put! I couldn’t agree more. We are lucky to find a reason to luxuriate in the detail. To pause and examine. It’s such a reason to love where we live.
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The fleeting only whispers its name, and the flickers here are true. Why else title a poem “reflections”? There is a craft to blending them to a readable truth; the art is nature’s (“flipper-thin and bare / as cotton reels”) while ours is to remain astonished. – Brendan
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A lovely comment. I have read it four times and think I grasp your meaning.
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Beautiful! I love the idea of meeting the face of earth in the spirit river.
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Thanks Ingrid! 💕💕
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