Sawyer at least got his formidable mother to hold off arguments and scheming for a little while. You tell us a great deal about the woman and their relationship in this chapter.
I like your metaphor in Sea of Candles. It really works for me. Perhaps there are fewer candles now; but maybe the ones we carry burn brighter, enough to be part of another’s sea. Thank you.
Far too well done. This was so hard to read. Jimmy will have less and less soul as the months wear on. And who’s going to find the rogue who bit Eddie?
I liked these very much. Robins seem quite bold in the lawn, but they’re just thrush-sized chickens when one strays too close. Then they cheep and cluck at one for hours. Spiders are perfectly fine, as long as they stay out of my house and a proper antisocial distance from me. Thank you for glimpses of the day.
Sometimes I think the experience of the back field should be compulsory. That’s hogwash, I know, for not everyone finds the delights and sights of the meadow as fascinating as I do. Fawns, trapdoor spiders, baby blue veronica, flocks of robins at dusk - these are treasures for heart and memory. Thank you for reading!
I hope it is a very long time until real snow replaces June’s cottonwood flurries. There are so many things to take pleasure in, it’s hard to pack them all into a single poem. Perhaps you are lucky enough to experience some of the things mentioned here, for then it might feel as if we’re sharing them. Thanks for reading these.
I’m very glad you could share the back field and the cottonwood snow with me. There has been lots of slow time to appreciate them while weeding or walking. Thank you.
Echoes
Swallows dive
over riffled water
gossiping about the mourning doves;
mottled sycamores soar, embracing cloudless dawn,
and cottonwood snow marks my midsummer mornings,
its downy seeds strewn among daisies
and yawning primroses
like snowdrifts
reminding
the radiant sunshine
of winter.
The Back Field
There are pleasures waiting in the long grass,
unexpected treasures in tiny blue-eyed flowe
I am so jealous. Not only do the Dads get to go to see the Lakers, they score prime tickets to see Chipper perform, and they get Zion and Bryce on speed dial. Geez. Some guys have all the luck. And $500 speeding tickets. Awesome chapter!
You describe an emotionally brutal situation. What’s amazing is how simply Jada and Sawyer come to the realization of what must be next. There are tears, but no rage.
@northie Who was it who said that the only constant in life is change? Incremental change is often the sneakiest of all. It would probably be difficult to leave funeral instructions to include the laughter of little children, but if I could, that’s what I’d want.
You’re right about the difference in categories of chores, I agree. It’s much more internally satisfying to work at chores which benefit one’s beloved, or even a broader group of others.
You are immensely kind. You have captured the path along the creek perfectly in your comment. Like you, I find the ebb and flow of this form allows adaptation to the topic. Thanks so much for reading!
How I enjoy traveling with the Dads. Wine, good company, a soupcon of revenge, sweet companionship, what a great vacation.The upgrade to a Lamborghini seemed to backfire, sort of. I appreciated your description of Brett getting pulled over. That kind of speed can make the tires melt: I wonder if the car rental agency takes that into account? If there’s enough legroom, I’ll hitch a ride in the back seat!
It does seem to need repeated readings to get fully lodged in the brain, I agree. As a teacher, I want to be like that tree - something many new trees spring from. Thanks for reading this.
I really liked what you said about needing to let this poem settle. It’s amazing now - the old tree is giving birth to dozens of new shoots, it’s like a cottonwood hedge. Wandering along the creek never ceases to bring new sights to wonder at. Thanks for trying out this experiment with me.
I love these. The first is wonderful, elegaic, and brings images of brightness and laughter to me. The second surrounds me in silver light, in quiet and reflection. Thank you.