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Showing posts with label Brushy Creek. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brushy Creek. Show all posts

Saturday, December 26, 2015

the creek

Carpe Diem Special #188 Georgia's 4th, another choka



Bastet’s Choka Experiment: Meditation – Rhyming Choka : 7-6-7-6-5 repeated 3 times…rhymes in couplets until the last line.

Meditation

reflecting, meditating
my thoughts contemplating,
watching the leaves blow around
without hearing a sound
relativity
looked at in simplicity
observing the east and west
there I began my day’s quest
thus I discovered death
with a baby’s breath!
I think babies born today
have just finished dying
from the world that they knew well
living that awful hell
we call being born
then, I saw death everywhere
for which I have no care
leaves and insects, passing days
a simple passing phase
why then should I fear

© Georgia (a.k.a. Bastet, 2013)


the creek

nighttime crossing of the creek
tears trickled down my cheeks
thoughts of those we lost this year
wishing them to be here
crisp air below
midnight moon sets mist aglow
rippling of creek waters
strokes hair of the daughters
memories bittersweet
music from the street
sings of life and days of old
again love story told
forgiveness and sacrifice
never once thinking twice
on the creek does flow

©  Janice 'petra domina' Adcock

It is impossible for me to not tell some of the backstory of this choka.  The weather was unseasonably warm around mid and latter November.  Three groups of the family had gathered for an early US Thanksgiving. During the gathering the temperature had taken a 30 degree F. drop.  On the return ride to our home we always cross over Brushy Creek.  As we approached the creek steam was rising several feet above the waters engulfing the road and bridge.  A beautiful sight in the moonlight.  The muses have been running amok pushing me to write about that night.  I hope they are happy now. 

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

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Friday, April 3, 2015

Ancient Road

Carpe Diem Time Machine #7, Ancient Road


furumichito kikeba yukashiki yukino shita

"An ancient road," they say
How charming
Though beneath this snow.

© Yosa Buson (1782)

Chisholm Trail wagon ruts mark the soft limestone of Brushy Creek.  The tracks of a tradition of cattle drives from the Texas range lands to the railheads in Kansas.  The drives were arduous on a good day.  Deadly on a bad day.  Rivers, electrical storms, thieves and Native American attacks as well as stampedes could take one's life in an instant.

One looks at other ancient trails, roads and paths.  The Oregon Trail, the Appian Way, the Silk Road, the Algonquin Trail and the list goes on across the world.  What is the purpose of a road, trail or path?  Is it all about commerce?  Could be that the curiosity of what lies beyond the horizon is enough to leave one's surroundings.  Rocks, trees, prairie grasses, sand and even rivers and oceans stand between the human and the horizon.  Yet one moves on and on, step by step forging a path.

©  Janice Adcock




roadside overlook
valley of deserted trail
biting mosquitoes

©  Janice Adcock







Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

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