Monday, October 23, 2017

Walk with me by the Riverwood





tangerine leaf fell
not with creak-creaking sounds
nor screech-screeching seagull's cries
but with firm swish
into the river's belly,
mirror of lazy summer- 


tides gently rock
as blue sky pitches its ageless swansong


under his bug-bitten skin,
his heart was green
pasture, fluffy with cottonseeds-






Posted for dVerse Poets - Quadrille -  post of 44 words with the word CREAK.   Spent a wonderful autumn afternoon in Riverwood, a conservation area in our city.  Thanks for joining us.
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38 comments:

  1. qbitOctober 23, 2017 at 1:16 PM

    Beautiful!!

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  2. brudbergOctober 23, 2017 at 2:31 PM

    Love the sense you bring to that leaf... have not thought so much about the sound it makes... but I think creaking would be the last of them

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  3. Glenn ButtkusOctober 23, 2017 at 3:05 PM

    Cool--a leaf's adventure--rife with life & memories, terrific word-smithing, and nice switch to person observing & dreaming.

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  4. Paul John DearOctober 23, 2017 at 3:08 PM

    Fabulously colourful poetry.

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  5. paul mortimerOctober 23, 2017 at 3:08 PM

    Very evocative and some great imagery - also love the leaf colour so obvious yet I've never seen it used :)

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  6. tonispencerOctober 23, 2017 at 3:09 PM

    What a cool Quad! I love that leaf and its advetures.

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  7. Alison HOctober 23, 2017 at 3:11 PM

    I like the memories the leaf carries.

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  8. Kim M. RussellOctober 23, 2017 at 3:14 PM

    A wonderfully painted, swishing tangerine leaf, Grace! I am so pleased that 'his heart was green
    pasture, fluffy with cottonseeds'!

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  9. lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.comOctober 23, 2017 at 3:17 PM

    I'll walk with you there any day! Loving so much about this and most especiall this image:
    "the river's belly,
    mirror of lazy summer-"

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  10. Frank HubenyOctober 23, 2017 at 3:24 PM

    I liked the green heart under bug-bitten skin. Also, nice photo.

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  11. Dr. Crystal GrimesOctober 23, 2017 at 4:08 PM

    Thank you, Riverwood sounds like a beautiful place!

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  12. Jane DoughertyOctober 23, 2017 at 4:28 PM

    And the river will still be there in spring. Lovely.

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  13. Pat HattOctober 23, 2017 at 4:37 PM

    The last of it's life. Great capture indeed.

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  14. JillyOctober 23, 2017 at 5:31 PM

    Bug-bitten sky!!!

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  15. Vivian ZemsOctober 23, 2017 at 5:42 PM

    Bug-bitten skin and green heart- good descriptions

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  16. CharleyOctober 23, 2017 at 6:10 PM

    Nicely done!

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  17. indybevOctober 23, 2017 at 6:40 PM

    So beautifully descriptive I could smell the leaf mold!

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  18. De JacksonOctober 23, 2017 at 6:52 PM

    Sigh. So beautiful.

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  19. Linda Lee LybergOctober 23, 2017 at 7:03 PM

    You painted a lovely scene.

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  20. TruedessaOctober 23, 2017 at 7:44 PM

    I could feel myself drifting with the leaf. I think your cottonseed could plant some soft dreams.

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  21. Frank J. TassoneOctober 23, 2017 at 10:24 PM

    A painting in words!

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  22. MariaOctober 23, 2017 at 10:51 PM

    Oh, wow. I love your unique take on this Grace.

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  23. NamrathaOctober 24, 2017 at 8:40 AM

    Beautiful! Loved it Grace.

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  24. SilverGardeniaOctober 24, 2017 at 9:57 AM

    Your poem feels like summer.

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  25. kaykualaOctober 24, 2017 at 10:02 AM

    but with firm swish
    into the river's belly,
    mirror of lazy summer-

    Can well picture how lazy is lazy summer!

    Hank

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  26. Merril D. SmithOctober 24, 2017 at 11:25 AM

    I love the word sounds here, and the picture you paint (as well as the actual photo).

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  27. AnonymousOctober 24, 2017 at 1:07 PM

    lovely slow and easy rhythm - not the least bit windy day rushing creek [creak!]. He sounds like someone worth knowing

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  28. Sherry Blue SkyOctober 24, 2017 at 1:08 PM

    This is so gorgeous, Grace, especially those closing lines. Just wonderful!

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  29. AmayaOctober 24, 2017 at 2:49 PM

    Your pastoral imagery is always right on. Even with the incongruous prompt, "creak."

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  30. XOctober 24, 2017 at 3:44 PM

    Sounds like a lovely romantic moment there grace.
    I love the sounds you created
    and there is a nice sense of movement as well.
    the new life inside of him that you get to enjoy, be a part of, is lovely too.

    I snuck in and left you one in the comments at dverse.

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  31. ghostmmncOctober 24, 2017 at 6:44 PM

    Ahh a lovely poem for fall. I just love to watch the leaves swirl to the ground. :)

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  32. The BizzaOctober 25, 2017 at 12:24 PM

    What a peaceful journey. You paint tranquil still-life well.

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  33. AnonymousOctober 25, 2017 at 3:26 PM

    I really like the onomatopoeia here.

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  34. annell4October 26, 2017 at 10:41 AM

    Beautiful....

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  35. Vivian ZemsOctober 26, 2017 at 3:23 PM

    Beautiful descriptions; I can just picture this.

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  36. the walking manOctober 27, 2017 at 6:46 AM

    OH man the seasons are changing again. Those transitions are hard on me but I do like the way you give remembrance to summer.

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  38. Wendy BourkeOctober 30, 2017 at 7:57 PM

    A wonderful melodious read. I love the title.

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