Thursday, May 03, 2007

Poetry Thursday

I haven't checked out the Poetry Thursday site for this week's theme -- or any theme for a few weeks. But it is Thursday, so let's publish.

On the train to NYC, 7:30AM

The spring river reflects an early morning sky,
the calm air keeps the mirror clean;
a thin streak of white cloud
floats quietly from shore to shore.
The pale blue background is broken
only by ripples from a duck
painting her way across the wet canvass.
Bare trees create a row of inverted wet brushes
dipping their stiff bristles into the picture,
the roots of unblossomed lilies.

I throw a rock.


Crafty Green Poet said...

Such a beautiful image and then you have to go throw a rock. That't what we're all doing these days.

gautami tripathy said...

It seems everyone wants to throw a rock!

I like this poem.

Rob Kistner said...

"ripples from a duck painting her way across the wet canvass"

Great visual. Liked the piece.