Sunday, October 21, 2012

Magpie Tales 140: 1776

new world order 

the shallows of vastness are few: 

in oceans deep, rivers raging, 

under forests serene.  

our search for footing is survival 

sounding an alarm, providence 

of a watchful eye,  the headlong 

drive to trumpet glory 

on a glassy water surface, 

beside a silent brook, or within

the saddest shower of autumn's 

falling leaves. 

Shared by Tess Kincaid

Poem © 2012 R. Burnett Baker 


  1. I really like how you turned this image on its ear...instead of eye...and made it autumnal...deep beautiful write Rick...

  2. 'saddest shower....'
    You don't see it as bunting then, which has to be taken down after the party, but still leaves us its happy memory?
    ...and yes, I do believe forks evolved from spoons :-)
    [via the spork of course].

  3. As always, wonderfully written!..


  4. There is a wonderful vulnerability expressed here--beautifully done!

  5. oh this was beautiful always

  6. Oh I like that you lighted the way with autumn, and visions raging rivers and glassy waters!

  7. This is so beautifully expressed and I adore all the natural imagery, Rick. We have lost our footing and it will be interesting to see what develops.... although not much seems to be developing, does it? "the saddest shower of autumn's falling leaves. " We will see. Thank you for sharing. =D

  8. Serenely beautiful, and I hope our search for footing and survival is successful.