Titus is driving the Poetry Bus this week - well, more of an ark, really which is appropriate based on all of the rain that has visited Florida during the last 4 days. Probably about 12 inches total. I'm not complaining! I love a good thunderstorm.
Titus' prompt is an inventive list of feathered and furry beasts that deserve nothing less than a poem about themselves. I chose a feathered friend that isn't even on the list - but Titus allows for those of us who feel the need to change seat assignments.
The Egret
Stands
Poised at water’s edge
Watching
With steady gaze
For silver glint of fish to blaze
And briefly cut the surface
Of the pond
Unblinking
Barely breathing
He waits
With instinctive stillness
Time passes around him
But not for him
As he observes
The mirrored surface
And sees beyond his beauty
Cynthia Ann Conciatu, 1994
Stands
Poised at water’s edge
Watching
With steady gaze
For silver glint of fish to blaze
And briefly cut the surface
Of the pond
Unblinking
Barely breathing
He waits
With instinctive stillness
Time passes around him
But not for him
As he observes
The mirrored surface
And sees beyond his beauty
Cynthia Ann Conciatu, 1994
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6 comments:
Isn't there a song about that bird.
Egrets...in my life I've had a few...
Nice song. About a man who owned a few egrets.
It is a ready stillness isn't it
he is lost in the experience...
he definitely looses 'sense of self'
- something we humans need to practice more often! Thanks!
I like this! Like Izzy said - we could all stand to look beyond ou own selves for a while!
I adore Egrets.
When I lived in Laguna we would see them and I always though they were so beautiful to watch.
Wonderful poem.
cheers, parsnip
Beautifully done. I love that final line - and the photographic image you found.
Thank you so much for riding. Not a bird we see much in these parts!
A really lovely poem. Moving.
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