Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Piano In Storage



A turtle rolls from its melodic
slough onto the highway
where it withdraws

an algae-covered head,
helpless
to unpack itself.


















1 comment:

Wanda Lea Brayton said...

Good grief - I just found a comment on another post of yours ("excerpts") that I'd posted in May 2013. lol I don't know how I managed to forget it, but I did mention having difficulty in trying to follow your blog then, too ... so mea culpa.

This poem had a familiar melancholy ... I can't imagine how you felt with your piano away from your loving hands. I'm glad I only need pen and paper - or some old bark and a penknife, whatever it takes.

Wonderful stuff here. I won't lose you again. I left myself a note in several folders and emailed myself, too. However, considering there's 2 prolific writers in my house, paper is the first thing to get lost ... especially blank paper. (grins atcha) Sigh. I'm so glad I found you out there in the ether ... or should I say, in the clouds ... ?