#NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Eleven
Today, the challenge was to write a poem in which I closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does. An abstract, philosophical kind of statement closing out a poem that is otherwise intensely focused on physical, sensory details.
grand falls at shoal creek
beyond the horizon, the blue sky
swims in a sea of clouds.
i see the signs of an early spring
as the lush green trees stand in the gap between water and sky.
the deep crevices near the bank house shallow pools of mossy water, a large brood of newly hatched fish and an introverted crawfish.
tourists hurry in to take a photo, find a shell or two and get back on the road.
children laugh and splash at edge of the creek as they effortlessly crisscross
the outcroppings of slippery chert.
rushing to the creek below,
the waterfall mists lightly over my face,
and the sound mesmerizes
and comforts at the same time.
as the gentle spring rain begins, i see the new buds bend under the weight of the water.
there is beauty in falling.