Sunday, November 04, 2007

Art Every Day Poem "Heron" first draft

We both startle:
I from the flutter of wings
against water,
she from the grate of my boot
on pavement.
Without a backward glance
seeking shelter, she rises
from the stream, flies low
over the grasses
fleeing,
while I sit on the bench and stare
at the water, regretting my noisy self.

6 comments:

Cris in Oregon said...

I can just picture it all. You 'paint' a wonderful picture with words.

Elizabeth said...

A lovely moment captured in words - I can FEEL the moment. A very good first draft :-)

red tin heart said...

Very nice. xoxo Nita

ANDREA said...

Thank you for the wonderful words, quiet and beautiful images.
What a lovely poem.

Tammigirl said...

Thanks for visiting my blog & commenting. I was happy to see a reflection of myself in you. I write poetry in a remarkably similar style and feel almost immediately that you could answer my question(s) about getting published. I am a writer as well as mixed media. I will pop in on your blog as often as possible. Nice to meet you!!

Lynn said...

Good feeling poem even if you were upset with yourself. I like the "feel" of it.