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The mainland is so far from the Outer Banks that I only got
glimpses of it during my twelve days of cycling there. It’s not an ocean I crossed, but it seemed as
wide. Pamilco Sound receives saltwater
from the ocean and fresh water from several rivers, sounding a bit confused as
to which it is.
The ferry passed a small deserted outer bank in the
making. This baby island may mature in a
few thousand years into one the grand migrating landmasses that tourists and
retirees find so attractive, and so frustrating to control. Future generations may learn how to hold up a
bank, but the current residents seem oblivious to the power of sea and weather.
The many creeks and small rivers on the mainland meander with
lazy flow. Most of them run black with
hardly a ripple to show they are moving.
This flowering vine has climbed far up into a tree to show its
beauty to insects. Alone, it is too weak
to stand, but with a little help from someone bigger and stronger, she is
lovely in the forest.
The dogwoods are in bloom—such profusion of white flowers with
yellow centers.
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THERE IT IS!
ReplyDeleteThe lone bike ~ speaking through it's photographic image
of hills and valleys, sands and waters
peoples and projects
... implying through it's lean against the tree
that one of curiosity has trusted it to carry her
where she yearns to be
in contemplation, wonders this one here
if such a vehicle has a 'name'
one of appreciation and dignity
so thinks me
What a fine poem Junnie. And I'm not a bit prejudiced. May I use it somewhere, giving credit of course?
DeleteI love the climbing wisteria - like a lady sporting a ball gown in the middle of the woods… wonderful
ReplyDeleteA nice analogy, Toti, as he (the tree) takes her hand and spins her around him.
DeleteWhat gorgeous photos and I love the wisteria too Makes me all wisty eyed. x
ReplyDeleteWe don't have wiseria with six-inch-thick stems in Calif that I know of. Women are strong here in the southern coastal plain.
DeleteHonored, Sharon
ReplyDeleteI await the 'name'
Sharon,
ReplyDeleteI love the photos of white dogwood, wild wisteria, and the rest of North Carolina. In the previous post, you look great in yellow.
thanks Keiko, have not seen you in a long time. Maybe we both return to Pasadena.
DeleteHere's sea sand that has shaped the world
ReplyDeleteHere are out banks that split apart the sea
Here huge waves of surf are wildly hurled
In grinding grainy crashing enmity.
I keep posting blogs but they don't stay
they are suddenly washed away Lee
This is a thoughtful and funny take on my travels to the Outer Banks, Lee. May I use it somewhere, with credit of course? I have received about a dozen poems so far.
DeleteLeave it to Lee .... we can always count on his humorous twist ... thanks Lee!
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