Writing Out Loud

Trees…he is a speck

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Trees
 
 
he is a speck
moving across
your white sea

a shape
 
shifting
stopping
to reconnoiter
before moving on
to the next spot
where fish might
be waiting
hours pass
during which I wonder
does he ponder
his current state
and the fact that
if not for the ice
he wouldn’t be
there
at all
or does he look at you
around him

what can you
be thinking
ringing the pond
that way
bare bones
against
an equally bare sky
where the sun
does not lie
but shows all

he leaves once
goes ashore
then returns to sit
and waits
and waits
one jot
on a bare canvas
one man
alone
with that sky
with that stillness
then he is gone
no trace of him

from this distance
other than
a tiny memory

shadow
there
on a white
waveless sea
and
that stillness


 

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Author: raelove1950

I've been writing personally and professionally for over 40 years, and recently started writing books for Amazon Kindle. During the last 25 years, I have also written for the Journal Tribune in Biddeford, Maine; the Maine Sunday Telegram in Portland, Maine; Current Publishing in Westbrook, Maine; and the Reporter, a weekly newspaper based in Waterboro, Maine. I recently released a book entitled "From the Urban Wilderness: Life in the Southern Maine Woods," which is a collection of essays taken from a weekly column I wrote for the Journal Tribune from 2010 to 2016. It is available from Amazon.com and CreateSpaceStore.com .

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