The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 1/1/08

[BlueIris]

"Fly Fishing a Janurary Morning on a California River"

Sloshed into the water, keeping balance,
emerald slick stones pushed at the soles of my feet.
The river spoke low,
sucked and groaned—
wrapped my legs, pushed against me.

January river morning,
oak and willow tall
crackled with winter ice.
I shuddered in the freeze;
reminded by the heron,
Canadian feese down for the winter,
I didn’t live there.

—Jeff Knorr

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear BlueIris!

Quite descriptive!

I can nearly feel the water pulling, and the slipperiness of the stones...

The strangeness of his fishing in a strange place...

Nice!

Thank you...

:hug:

[BlueIris]

2. Thanks! I like nature poems that don't trivialize, exaggerate about or inappropriately portray

natural environments.

[RainDog]

3. Two poems in conversation

The Snow Man

by Wallace Stevens

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

[BlueIris]

4. Awesome!

I love Wallace Stevens.

[DarkTirade]

5. Happy new year of poetry. :)

[BlueIris]

8. Thanks!

Happy New Year to you, too.

[Tuesday Afternoon]

6. nice, thanks

and Wallace Stevens, too.

[BlueIris]

7. Yeah, nice except for the "Canadian 'feese'."

Damn typos.

[Tuesday Afternoon]

9. ~

:hug: