When I cleared the trees and arrived at the river, I had a moment of disappointment. The light was nearly gone from the place and the waters were blue and cold without highlights of the sun. But the rushing water sounded magnificent, still high after recent heavy rains, though receded from the flood levels of the fast snow melt when the warm rains began. Hungry for warm colors, a flag of old yellow grass caught my eye where it was caught hanging in bushes midstream. The only other warm patch was some wintry yellow grass still clinging in soil along the shoreline, across from the stranded patch hanging.
I loved the photo captured of the waving flotsam. At the time the scene felt poetic as well, so took up a pen a couple days later to express my inspiration:
Flagging Flotsam
Caught suspended
in steel grey winter
Waters recede below
Leaving a shifting island of rocky debris
And I, so much flotsam
Marking the height of the torrent
That once was.
I, the isolated flag of warmth
Waving in cutting winds, naked
Clinging to a dormant branch
Refuge from tumultuous currents
I feel the stark stick’s life-blood
Pulsing from roots lodged far beneath
Nourishing earth moves in millennia, not moments.
Across the barren chill
I’m mirrored by life.
Hope rises in orphaned chaff
and waves in the desolate wind
My echo, rooted in the soil of life again
Renewed.
-Sheri J. Kennedy 01-16-2018
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These images are part of a series posted chronologically from one river walk on Jan 13/18. I wanted to take you along on this beautiful winter day and share what you might have stumbled upon if you were walking in my shoes. To take the whole walk, start with clicking on Along the Way and use right arrow or Older Posts button to scroll through them all. Or use the Search tool just below the posts to find Along the Way. I’ll keep adding images each day until we wander back home.
Reblogged this on Miss LiV Adventures ~A Journey Through Time…and Time Again and commented:
Since this is original writing under my other author name, I thought I’d share it on Miss Liv Adventures, as well. I’m working hard on Book II of Miss LiV series to be released very soon!
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That water does look icy! Your poem is absolutely beautiful, Sheri.
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Thanks, Clare. I think the hope in it may have been inspired by the recent news that my stepdaughter and her husband are expecting a baby this year. I will be a granny, and I’m happy about that in deeper ways than I realized. My family has become so small on the older generations end of things, and it’s exciting to be adding on to the younger side. Though they’re not technically ‘blood’ I certainly feel the bond of family and caring. 🙂
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What lovely news! Congratulations Sheri! 🙂
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I admire your positive outlook – the flotsam leads to renewal – wonderful.
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When you mentioned my positive outlook regarding flotsam to renewal, I was sent looking for the – not so positive – poem about grief that I wrote about 7 years ago. I had realized this poem, Flagging Flotsam, was a healed response to it, and I was going to share a link. I couldn’t find it just yet, but in the process I found that I sold a bunch of my Miss Livingstone books through Amazon at the end of January. A very nice discovery that made my day again! I really appreciate your visit. I hope you have a wonderful day with some extra encouragement as well.
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Cool! On both fronts – tying together the loose ends of life, and earning income – we are nourished. 🙂 (On our end, Joe saw his PCP and is doing fabulously well – his stroke was 1 yr ago – you’d hardly know it – his doctor is very happy).
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I’m so glad to hear he’s doing well. I hated to ask since I know your photography and blog are an escape as well as ways to ponder real things. I generally let folks speak as and when they will about things. But I’m really jazzed to hear that news!
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