Like River Grass

behold tall bold river grass
as it sways in a westerly
morning breakfast breeze

moving with overhead cloud
before its flexible backbone
returns to o’clock

while biscuit coloured foxtail
plumes brush the cool dry air
in feather duster tickles

as the whole cycle
repeats like a stuck stylus and
i recall our own species

how we can bend with
wind change to bounce back
after a battering

while some sadly break
to become crushed by
all that’s belligerent

not all are resilient
not all can go with the flow
for even in a lakeside show

casualties of cruelty
inflicted by fickle ways of nature
lie bruised and broken

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

LOL I got a crook in my neck and my legs aren't what they used to be my arms can't reach nearly as high and strong as they used to:( I'm trying to get back upright but you'll forgive me if I can't stand as proud as I once was my dear Chris:) but my heart and my spirit still stand 10 feet high and wrestle with all the nettles along the shoreline:) Lovely lovely lovely lines

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Robert, your review warms me. Thank you so much for your kindness. Take good care of yourself.

[Lorry]

Some can bend beyond measure, while others become too brittle and snap. I am feeling like the snapped kind after a long weekend of winter vomiting bug, but have managed to keep down a coffee for the first time and that wasn't a good look for a funeral.
We're leaving the return journey to Wednesday and hopefully can keep something more substantial down... So far I've only managed to recycle water, but fingers crossed. 😊

[Chris Shaw]

Sorry you have been ill Lorry. Fingers crossed you will feel better for the return journey. Funerals are difficult enough without illness creeping into the equation. Take care and thanks for stopping by when you feel like crap .

[Perdition]

I find myself as a riverbed, staring into a breaking frost and risen emotion ..true ...so very true poems like these seem to say, and slow like spring, and just as slow as I find myself gathering your words like wildflowers on display. So wonderfully done as if the spirit of Mary Oliver was guiding your hand. Beautiful...Thanks~

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much Perdition for your encouraging words, especially about the spirit of Mary Oliver. I was touched by that.