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Occasional Poetry - 37. Postcards and Snapshots
em>I recently went on a long week's vacation. I take pictures badly, and always forget my address book. So instead, I wrote a poem trying to capture something worth remembering about each day. I hope you will excuse my errors, but enjoy my travelogue.
Postcard
from an eight lane
highway packed nose to tail,
baking in the summer sunset,
waiting:
no one
sees the glowing taillights' river,
but only mountainsides,
oceans, good meals,
and rest.
Postcard:
Eating gyros
at an undiscovered
restaurant, tzaziki smooth, crisp
and tart;
and your
unguarded laughter, ringing out
over a brilliant smile,
is in itself
a feast.
Snapshot:
sunshine breaking
through grey striated cloud,
promising an afternoon of
blue skies;
dark hills
and distant fields spring to green life
as if waking from a
dull, unpleasant
daydream.
Snapshot:
soft rain murmurs
secrets to the birches,
misty morning observations
at dawn;
inside,
blazing logs chatter pointedly,
cracking witticisms
about a cool
August.
Postcard:
mountain sunrise
discovers the beaver pond;
skeletal silver tamaracks
stand guard
over
endless sun-dewed, gossamer webs,
revealed for one birdsong
fleeting moment
at dawn.
Snapshot:
as we amble,
a massive form appears;
a majestic moose crosses our
small path;
and stunned,
we are quite unprepared to see
her calf canter behind,
as if to cry,
"Mom, wait!"
Postcard:
a pristine lake
reflects a sky so blue
the water seems deeper, lighter
than air;
two loons
float, unaware of the divide,
diving under the clouds,
catching sly fish
that fly.
Photo:
all together,
family gathered home,
ninety two years to celebrate
today;
heads greyed
and voices frayed, yet memory's
keen eye still sees old friends
with yesterday's
delight.
Snapshot:
cooking breakfast
in mom's antique kitchen,
a dozen sleepy visitors
are fed;
the space
is crowded with recollection
and anticipation:
birthday cake with
coffee.
Snapshot:
driving west towards
a breathtaking sunset,
evening tints the sky in every
color;
each cloud
becomes a brushstroke on canvas
too large for the mind's wall
to hang journey's
last gift.
em>As ever, I must credit Tim and AC for inspiration. Comments or responses are deeply appreciated. Thank you.
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