Some painted turtles danced a slow jitterbug
While the bright noon sun was high in the sky
The reticent fish looked on from the shallows
Where the reeds grew thick
A train headed for Chicago clanked quickly past
Knowing that there was another train heading its
Way
No one was watching as the tree silently fell
A single thought does not stand on its own
It follows on a line as does one point to the next
The couple on the blanket in the field did not see any of this
Only each other’s company
As they ate their sandwiches and drank the tea
Languid eyes meeting their opposite pair
Creatures in the high summer grasses looked on
In anticipation
There would be crumbs left over
A gentle brush of hands reaching for the same glass
Shy smiles shared
Tumbling thoughts of what might be
Futures twining like the vines in woods on a single tree
Each reaching for moments beyond this one
Skin warmed from both sides
The light of day matching the glow from within
Thoughts danced like the painted turtles
Doing a tango on the floating logs
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4 comments:
I love your images Harry. From painted turtles dancing to futures twining like the vines on a single tree. Beautiful work. I'm only left with one question...what kind of sandwiches?
I love the symbiotic relationship between the vines, turtles, sandwiches and wine... oh, yes, and the people. I especially liked the change in the turtles' dance from the impersonal jitterbug to the empassioned tango... one hundred percent romantic, Harry... you're busted!
Super! I want to be there and take part in it all. The worlds you create are so compelling.
Harry, this paints a beautiful image. Nature's beauty surrounds, but often we're too busy to notice. Loved the line "skin warmed from both sides" & the contrast with the train headed for the city. Great piece!
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