Here is another poem, untouched since the day I wrote it.
I live on a river beach
just for one day
the wild Salmon river has turned
into my bedroom fan
just for one night
and smooth round worry stones
formed by the dancings of
such a river
they are my linoleum for today.
What of the rest of the world
when I can watch the sun light
this treasure chest beach,
hear canyon wrens laughing
way up the walls,
see a proud osprey on his loft
after a fresh catch dive
and the stars of Idaho spinning
just for one night.
Salmon River, Riggins, ID
May 12, 2002
©Larissa Chace Smith
I hope you're having a wonderfully creative day. Do share your creative endeavors with all of us!
4 comments:
oh
how words
seep through
cyber space
my
memory reaches
and i become
idaho
(your poem was written on my 23rd birthday)
We need to get back there for a visit really soon. I miss that feeling. Thanks for bringing it back.
Hallie,
Wow, can you think back to what you were doing on the day I wrote that poem? I of course was camping on a salmon river beach. But I'm sure you and I weren't far from each other and probably would be hanging out shortly after I wrote it. I miss those times with you. Always fun and creative. We're finally getting cool weather in PA which is also reminding me of Idaho. All the best and thanks for the great poem comment!
Ryan, yes a trip back to the Inland NW is much needed. Maybe after Panama and the UK!
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