Photo: Taken five years ago on this day, autumn 2018, the Hardy Inlet – Blackwood River.
“There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set of on a journey to roam along the seashores.” Matsuo Basho
Baptism
Cloudy days herald winter’s return,
days when the sky becomes
an upside-down river,
white water, grey depths,
blue still pools,
black, roiling storms bellowing
and barking madly,
riven by bolts of flashing light,
waves rising and folding,
tides flowing and ebbing,
soon that river will fall to earth
where I stand waiting to be washed.
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Beautiful.
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Thank you very much Ana – appreciated.
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We are having daily pouring rain thunderstorm action here and lightning that causes the power to go out, so spring, but I must say the rain is greening the grass for once❤️
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Wow, that’s some spring!
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Lovely truly lovely
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Thank you Tammy, very kind 🙂
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I love the imagery in this poem – I had never thought of it that way before – the sky like an “upside down river”
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I used to think about it when I was staring at the sky 🙂
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I really like the sky as an upside down river.
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I always loved the idea as a child, seemed so real.
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“days when the sky becomes
an upside-down river,”
❤️
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My childhood memory – I loved lying on the grass looking at the sky 🙂
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Yes! I still do.😊
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