Down on spider creek…
there, I stand
on the left bank, empty, a vessel
expecting to be sated but
here, on spider creek, the waters
are salted
shadows quiver along dusted, salted
sugar woven salt flats in vain
under the sky…. the sky….
the sky of blue
Shouting down mountains, squalls of
suffering filling empty fields, I stand
at spider creek, scrubbed raw with salt stains
there, in sorrow, sorrow and…
anguish
Alone, no understanding of how I drifted
along with broken knees, sans butterfly wings
don’t ask me, for I was standing there, on
spider creek’s salted embankment believing
wine was made from…
tears
Only iridescent webs, glistening with
dew drop sun salted light as a companion
down on spider creek, I stand, there, waiting for
One world to collide with…..
nothing
Searching, there, along spider creek
turning salt stones, seeking the words written
for me, for me, for me…
only for me
Giving meaning, understanding
connection with tempests of color, sumptuous
and sweet, unsalted, starry skies of another standing there
Beyond spider creek.
12 comments
MyWordsWhisper
February 23, 2012 at 10:40 PM (UTC -4) Link to this comment
This is wonderful. I just love this part:
Shouting down mountains, squalls of
suffering filling empty fields, I stand
at spider creek, scrubbed raw with salt stains
there, in sorrow, sorrow and…
You have such a green thumb in the writer’s world!
IndigoSpider
February 24, 2012 at 3:03 PM (UTC -4) Link to this comment
Thanks! Guess it makes up for the black thumb in the garden world
Evelyn
February 21, 2012 at 8:12 PM (UTC -4) Link to this comment
I like the placement. it makes it exciting, riveting…
IndigoSpider
February 21, 2012 at 8:23 PM (UTC -4) Link to this comment
Thanks, I played with it for a while, felt it needed something more.
Dave
February 21, 2012 at 7:29 PM (UTC -4) Link to this comment
Stunning words. My favourite part has to be:
Shouting down mountains, squalls of
suffering filling empty fields, I stand
at spider creek, scrubbed raw with salt stains
there, in sorrow, sorrow and…
I can’t put my finger on why but the words are simply breath taking!
IndigoSpider
February 21, 2012 at 8:30 PM (UTC -4) Link to this comment
Thanks Dave, breath taking is quite the compliment
Robin Hawke
February 21, 2012 at 5:09 PM (UTC -4) Link to this comment
Lovely, lovely
My favorite:
Alone, no understanding of how I drifted
along with broken knees, sans butterfly wings
don’t ask me, for I was standing there, on
spider creek’s salted embankment believing
wine was made from…
IndigoSpider
February 21, 2012 at 7:06 PM (UTC -4) Link to this comment
Thank you Robin, very kind.
Dan Trewear
February 21, 2012 at 2:30 AM (UTC -4) Link to this comment
Stunning. I read this as your powerful exploration of the places we make for ourselves… and it reads so well.
peace, –D
IndigoSpider
February 21, 2012 at 11:10 AM (UTC -4) Link to this comment
Thank you kindly, Dan.
Hudson Howl
February 21, 2012 at 1:18 AM (UTC -4) Link to this comment
The thing about Creeks. They begin as single rain drops. Grow and fork and turn into rivers, which in turn eventually find a path to the ocean. Its in the ocean that a Creek finds its true power and value. With out the Creek there is no Ocean. Without the Creek that one singular rain drop would not have a voice. I think Spider Creek is going places.
IndigoSpider
February 21, 2012 at 11:15 AM (UTC -4) Link to this comment
That is a beautiful analogy I did not consider. Thank you.