| TO FISH FOR TREASURE Among the icy gray rocks that jut into the river I stand tall with fly rod and wishes Breathing deeply of the mountain air I watch the mists burn off the peaks In the early morning sun I am clean and pure as the breeze that lifts my hair Throwing out the first cast Feeling the heft Ungainly at first then turning to a dance A graceful arcing Above the roiling waters Humming with the growing light To stand all day flicking the wrist Near a gently hidden whirlpool In hopes of a sleepy fish with a fierce hunger Tempts me The silvery flash of the river slices by my legs Painfully cold Then glints of gold spark in the sun And dappling rainbows connect the sky to my line a treasure for all of my senses by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| A BATTLE RAGED INSIDE Sullied by clots of thick Cumulus The black bowl of the September sky Dumped torrents of water Lashing ferociously Then again with streams of powerful spray As if to wash the curdled Clouds away A circle of bleak me Surrounded by the orange blossom sun by Sheryl McCurdy |
| SPIDER TIME I take my time now stretching it out wanting to keep every moment thick and golden keep it longer somehow I watch the female wolf spider her web an extraordinary affair stretched between two pillars of our porch I see her knitting furiously a silken egg bag slung across her back making her delicate features swollen grotesque hunchbacked I know her I know how she feels the clock ticking minutes dribbling away at an alarming speed how she must worry will she be able to finish this her last motherly duty before she withers then turns into a minute crumb blowing away on a puff of the breeze I want to feel time wrapped around me thick and golden and sweet as honey taste it savor it smell it before I wither and my crisp remains are carried away by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| ONE LONE DROP OF RAIN if i were a drop of rain sliding down a blade of grass soaking into the soil to be a nurturing mother to all of earth running off the eaves into the harried gutter keeping paper boats afloat playing without abandon tossing leaves and twigs amuck painting iridescent stripes onto panes and panes of window glass framing curtains of children peering with anticipation mud puddle dreams scattering to land on clothing and sidewalks and pies if i were a drop of rain just a single drop of rain smelling fresh and new and clean i would brave the churning of the winds and throw myself with glee from that cloudy mass of darkness pleased with every bit of me by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| MIDI: I LOVE A RAINY NIGHT |
