Years ago
He was aloof
Every morning
Alone
On the shore
And if you so much as
Looked
His way
Even from the other side
He would blink himself
Into flight
And he was gone.
So unlike
The pair of his kind
Who have no idea or care
Who else is there
They are together on edge
Complete
And that is enough for anybody.
But that elusive grey giant--
He is alone
And he should stay
Because he is always alone
And so am I
And I wish he would.
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Evocative. I see a lonely mountain.
ReplyDeletePlease check out my post tomorrow if can, Sandy.
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That felt very elusive, like a wisp of smoke on a breeze.
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lovely
ReplyDeletesad and elusive?
ReplyDeletebut once trekked by humankind, it will no longer be.
have a happy Sunday Sandy...:)
i shall miss our friend when he heads south...
ReplyDeleteinteresting the things nature says to us. I wrote a strange poem today about fall. Will probably post it tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry makes pictures in my mind each time I read it. So lovely, I read over and over again!
ReplyDeleteMost fly away to survive not realizing that love can be so nourishing.
ReplyDeleteSandy, I love so much the thoughts and the images of your poetry.
ReplyDeleteMy imagination went everywhere with this one --- and I enjoyed not being confined ... Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYou've nailed the word perfectly in this.
ReplyDeleteI had this image of a singular grey herron, then a pair. Also thoughts of solitude that can be related to with the dicotomy of being alone together. Very well done. Thank you.
ReplyDeletesomehow made me sad.
ReplyDeleteSandy, this is beautiful and mystical. I like the short lines and the way you divided them. Makes me long for the ocean...and someone...
ReplyDeleteI could feel the loneliness, and the longing to connect...beautiful, yearning words.
ReplyDeleteNostalgic and sad ...
ReplyDeleteI know this is about a bird, but somehow I ... identify with it?
ReplyDeleteAchingly beautiful Sandy.
going deep into the heart...!
ReplyDeleteseems so very lonely, this creature and yet he choose to be alone, I think we all feel that way sometimes, it's not we want to push people away, just that it's the easier path, I suppose
ReplyDeleteHow very sad but lovely. Just love the soft sounds of your words and the clear images. Well done.
ReplyDeletelove, Melanie
This reads as if the grey giant chooses to be elusive and alone.
ReplyDelete...sort of like a hermit.
A haunting poem with many layers. It's lovely!
ReplyDeleteHi Sandy, if your poem first person wants him to stay away, then so do I. He might very well be a volcano ready to errupt with any one of the continuing ground tremors. Literally or otherwise.
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I love herons. Sometimes they do stay. And they always know you're there.
ReplyDeleteDuring the year after my father’s death I glanced a heron on a wooded promontory of a lake I often walk. He let me approach quietly and we traced the shore together, he on the watery side and me on the dirt path. I’ve always thought of this as a last dance. My father was a reserved and elegant man. He loved birds. Up until now I have had no words for this experience. Your poem helped me to remember.
ReplyDeleteThis piece is sparce and achingly beautiful. In a morning mist, forms are amorphous, yet familiar. You have such a gift. Thank you for your kind words on my blog. They made a difference.
I really liked the words you chose to portray the feeling of elusiveness: aloof, blink, edge, grey, alone. Very nicely done. I think I know the 'he' you were speaking of.
ReplyDeleteterrific poem!!
ReplyDeleteyou are right on target with this one..
so tender, thank you.
ReplyDeleteWonderful images; there is a small corner of my heart which is set to aching while reading this poem.
ReplyDeleteSo you have seen the great blue heron and watched him wing away! Very nicely done, Sandy. Your images and words capture that longing and lonliness, that moment of quietude and unrest.
ReplyDelete..such a moment of quietude and unrest ..
ReplyDeletebeautiful ..
I know it's about a bird but I kept seeing elephants anyway...
ReplyDeleteI have been trying to get a shot of a heron all for the past year. REally elusive for me.
ReplyDeleteYour poem radiates loneliness. It is lovely.
I love this~ as usual, your poems evoke such strong images...thank you~
ReplyDeletealone, elusive, edge , grey...all evoke a sense of lonliness gently but very beautifully. Loved your verses.
ReplyDeleteVivid in evocative grey.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery. Thank you
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