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
I really like how you turned this image on its ear...instead of eye...and made it autumnal...deep beautiful write Rick...
ReplyDeleteVery nice meditative piece.
ReplyDelete'saddest shower....'
ReplyDeleteYou 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].
As always, wonderfully written!..
ReplyDeleteJJRod'z
There is a wonderful vulnerability expressed here--beautifully done!
ReplyDeleteoh this was beautiful
ReplyDelete....as always
Oh I like that you lighted the way with autumn, and visions raging rivers and glassy waters!
ReplyDeleteThis 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
ReplyDeleteVery insightful and beautiful Rick!
ReplyDeleteSerenely beautiful, and I hope our search for footing and survival is successful.
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