Fossil Beach
by Kitty Boots
half-winter, half-spring
did I live my life yet?
something blooms, while something lies dormant
the grandmother tree, roots reach out, whispering
a dust devil gathers dry leaves in a tornadic twist
and blocks the trail to the fossil beach as sparrows land on the cliffs
gar bones are strewn on the shore
something to treasure later, as I pocket them
to work into another dream
That last line!
Oh! Especially this:
"gar bones are strewn on the shore
something to treasure later, as I gather them
to work into another dream"
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This reads better and better. Great stuff.
I like this
Beautiful movement. From swinging back and forth to a vortex, this captures like a pendulum. (Had to look up gar bones. Something new.)
Lovely. *
This is sweet and, like the others, I especially like the gar bones line. For me, the second line detracts from the piece. *
Yes, the last 3 lines especially *
***, Kitty.
Love this: "the grandmother tree, roots reach out, whispering"
Lovely, visual *
Big yes to the ending. Good read.
Very fine poem.
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Thank you Matt, Rachna, Jill, Gary, Dianne, Charlotte, Ray, David, Frankie, Loren, Sam and Bill. Appreciate you taking the time to read and comment, and for letting me take you all to Fossil Beach.
I like the title and the "gar bones".
Thank you, Erika.