Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Poplar Creek
















Poplar Creek

Rocks covered with moss,
rough bark I scratch
against my palm,
the swarm jousting
in a patch of light
that sneaks beneath the trees,
the inimitable sound
of water fleeing
over sand and stone,
the silly smile I wear
when wandering alone
as a child wears
when hoarding secret treasure,
the need for pen,
for words, for record,
the small winged thing
that rides inside with me
when I come
to tell my pleasures.

34 comments:

  1. So lovely...I felt like I was walking along too, with that heart-lift one feels in nature's beauty.

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    1. Thank you, Sherry. "My heart leaps up...".

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  2. You tell your secret pleasures so well I smile. :)

    Your backyard is magical.

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  3. I can relate to this- that need to write about a moment, so beautiful this one is!

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  4. It is really good that one has pens and words to share the pleasures of one's backyard! Thanks for jamming with us, Karen!

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    1. My pleasure, Mary. I was one of the Bus poets back before the Jam. I'm happy to be here.

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  5. Speaking for all the crusty barked old trees I just wanted to thank you for the scratch. That was just what we needed right then.

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  6. I wear a silly smile when I wander in the woods too :) I really really should do it more often! AND remember to carry a notepad with me.

    (I once had a job where people often stopped me in the hallway & asked me to do things once I got to my desk. Even 10 years ago I had a hard time remembering everything, so I started wearing a little flip notepad with a pen on a string around my neck. Ha!)

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    1. I often end up writing with my thumbs because all I have is my phone. Kind of loses the Romanticism, doesn't it?

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  7. smiles...i love nature personally...and i retreat to the woods often to find my solace...i love the bit about the little thing inside you as well...always keep my notebook handy just in case you know...smiles...

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    1. Your comment makes me smile, Brian! I think I'm happiest surrounded by woods. My childhood was spent roaming the hills.

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  8. Telling your pleasures ... that is what poetry means to me .. this is entrancing.

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  9. I felt your forest as you described it--could hear the sounds and smell the smells and see that patch of sunlight. Thanks for this moment.

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  10. Beautiful, Karen. I do feel like a child when I get outside in nature with my pencil and paper.

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    1. There's nowhere else I can really lose myself like I can in nature -- except for when I'm writing, of course. Thanks for visiting, Laurie.

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  11. What a beautiful scene about a place I want to be, too, with my pen and paper of course. Now that is inspiration!

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    1. Thanks, Judy! I appreciate your comments.

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  12. I don't think poets/writers can ever not write about nature and it's beautiful sights and sounds. This is lovely!

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    1. I agree, Daydreamertoo! Not writing is not an option!

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  13. This really touched me as I read it. Thank you for this. It calls up memories of wandering in the woods as a child.

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    1. I spent my youth roaming the woods, too, Carol. I think that's why I'm happiest there stiill. Thanks for your comment.

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  14. You have taken me on your journey Karen...this is lovely!

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    1. Thanks for coming along with me, Carrie!

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  15. 'the small winged thing that rides inside with me'
    LOve that!

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  16. I'm glad you came along with me, Lordana!

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  17. Somehow a forest doesn't quite seem complete without the sound of running water. Beautiful imagery in this!

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  18. Oh, this, every word speaks directly to my nature loving smiling soul. What a beautiful write, Karen, I was right in that moment with you. :)

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