Channel

Carpe Diem #674, Channel

It is a Monday morning in late February.  In the normally warm areas of the USA, ice is making an ugly mess of things.  There are even small icicles hanging from the patio railing.  But for now let us turn to today's prompt, channel.  The underlying theme this month is impressionism.  Click here to read the challenge and other poets' responses.

Credits: Expectation - (c) Sapozhnikova Svetlana

the sky colors
in the most bright blue and pink
a new day rises

a new day rises
above the Venice channels
fading carnival sounds

fading carnival sounds
even the sun and clouds
are crying

(c) Chèvrefeuille


Channels in the sense of oceans, rivers and lakes are not something within my daily life.  The family farmed land where creeks were little more than very deep ditches that were dry except during rainy seasons.  These were called branches as in a branch of Honey Creek or East Fork.  The larger creeks usually had at least some flow even during the dry part of the year.  These days most of the branches have disappeared beneath concrete drains.  No trees for shade.  No fine silt for making excellent mud pies.  Just hard, unforgiving concrete used by skateboarders and roller bladders.

channel surfing

click, no, click. no

cooks, nature or crime

©  Janice Adcock

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

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