Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Poetry Bus - Has an Egret Perched on the Seat

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

Poised at water’s edge
With steady gaze
For silver glint of fish to blaze
And briefly cut the surface
Of the pond

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

Marjorie Shuck Award, 1996
Florida State Poets Association

Hop on the Bus HERE!


Debby said...

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.

izzy said...

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!

The Bug said...

I like this! Like Izzy said - we could all stand to look beyond ou own selves for a while!

angryparsnip said...

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

Titus said...

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!

Dave King said...

A really lovely poem. Moving.