Sunday, October 08, 2006

River writing I


















the beach sits a few feet above the
waterline, a few hundred years older,
where the river used to scrape
granite boulders into sand

pale as paper and fine,
softened by time and sifted
among roots of yellow pines
above the line of flowing green water

translucent husks from this
season's stoneflies still flutter,
empty-eyed, where the water
runs clear and clean, scouring
soft beaches for the future

between scarred and tree-lined
steeps the river moves still,
moves as it has always moved
its current running in perpetual
motion down slope, written
into rapids and pools and eddies
by the land that contains it

each year inscribed a little deeper
a little narrower, refining the resisting
curves, carving bed and bank,
etching the story of a lifetime


Click on photo to view larger — it's worth it.

17 Comments:

Anonymous Cathy said...

Beautiful poem and excellent picture too

10/08/2006 6:04 PM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

Not something we often think about, the world growing old as we do.

10/08/2006 6:52 PM  
Anonymous marja-leena said...

I like how you describe the river scraping, scouring, etching... Beautiful words and photo!

10/08/2006 9:45 PM  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

stunning photo!!! this looks like one hard-driving river. my heart beats faster just thinking about it. thank you!

10/08/2006 10:06 PM  
Blogger Sky said...

water, etching the story of a lifetime...

so lovely, so rich, this story of never-ending motion and the earth which cradles it. beautiful photography enhanced by beautiful words.

10/08/2006 11:05 PM  
Blogger floots said...

love the shot and knocked out by the words
thank you

10/09/2006 1:44 AM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

They do write their own story. I wonder, in the overall scheme of things, if it's a short story, or a novel? What does that make us?Beautiful!!

10/09/2006 4:41 AM  
Blogger mermaid said...

She has become a writer, too. Lovely metaphor.

10/09/2006 7:20 AM  
Blogger robin andrea said...

A stunning photograph, and the poem sends me to that beach and ignites my senses.

10/09/2006 7:58 AM  
Blogger chuck said...

a current, a flow,
a lifeline (or lifetime)
known only by its traces...

Your poems move me...

10/09/2006 8:25 AM  
Anonymous yllstonewolf said...

words like a charm of enchantment. i love the images they bring to my mind. you have a wonderful way!

10/09/2006 11:41 AM  
Blogger polona said...

great shot, wonderful words!
the landscape looks similar to parts of my country, only there's mostly lime here, hardly any granite...

10/09/2006 2:56 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Cathy, thank you.

Patry, the world around us grows both new and old all the time if we only notice.

Marja-Leena, water is an amazingly destructive and constructive force. Thank you.

Snowsparkle, yes, I took this shot in the heart of the canyon called Impassable Canyon, right in the middle of a rapid. But this is at low water!

Sky, thanks so much. I've been thinking of you.

Floots, thanks. You can see why I respond to your photos of mountains and rivers near you!

Pat, does that leave us as a poem? Thank you!

Mermaid, she is a writer, indeed. Thanks.

Robin Andrea, thanks! It certainly ignites mine!

Chuck, the trace of a lifeline, yes. Thank you for reading and commenting.

Anne, you know these lands, or ones like them. I'm pleased you enjoyed the poem.

Polona, I've thought the same thing, looking at your photographs. There was sedimentary rock, mostly sandstone I think, in other parts of the canyon. Thanks.

10/10/2006 3:10 PM  
Blogger ruth said...

mb i love carving bed and bank and all its meanings........you're singing to me again! thank you.

10/11/2006 10:59 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Ruth, thanks for listening!

10/12/2006 5:09 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

So lovely even the rhythem of the water gradually wearing away the land

10/17/2006 11:29 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Sue, I like how you described it as a rhythm — it is indeed!

10/17/2006 8:24 PM  

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