Leaves patchwork a trail to the stream.
My footfall on the bank scatters trout
who come to spawn each August, jeweled
reflections following instinct.
My son called today, a should-he
or shouldn’t-he conversation. I listened,
questioned. His indecision is unknown
by wild things who live the primordial,
the insatiable.
Through the trees, moon eclipses sun
in an eerie twilight unruled by manners,
mores, norms. Crickets start reverberations
in the trees. Bright glints in the water move
through my shadow, the moon’s shadow —
stars in an ancient galaxy.
– Sarah Russell
Photo by James T. Trimanez
First published in Autumn Sky Poetry Daily
Submitted to Midweek Motif at Poets United
Also submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse
This is stellar poetry Sarah… love how you weaved the conversation with your son into the eclipse and especially that last stanza of when the sun comes back
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Thanks, Bjorn. Funny how sometimes those happenings collide at just the right moment.
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I love how you watched the eclipse. I stood under a tree and watched the crescent shaped shadows underneath – fade to nothing and then reverse. I like your conversation with your son included in this: His indecision is unknown
by wild things who live the primordial
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Thank you, Toni.
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We worry about things that really have no incidence on the way the earth turns. Beautiful imagery!
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Thanks so much, Jane. When there is a phenomenon of nature, especially when it is a peaceful event, rather than cataclysm, it brings a lot into focus. I think Americans needed this at this time in our history.
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The eclipse was all for you, so maybe you’re right 🙂
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What a beautiful poem about what is important in life and being distracted from what is and what isn’t!
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Thanks, Robin. Yes, distraction seems to be an American way of life.
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Wonderful write about your eclipse day. Love the “jeweled reflections” piece of imagery!
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Thanks, Lillian.
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I like your conversational approach here and I like the part about how wild things don’t have to worry with indecision…so, why do we? Lovely, Sarah.
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Thanks, Gayle. We do complicate things, don’t we!
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Yes!
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Beautiful poem and I absolutely love this: “Bright glints in the water move
through my shadow, the moon’s shadow —
stars in an ancient galaxy.
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Thanks, Debi. I loved your poem as well.
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I only got to watch a partial eclipse but your writing is stunning with these lines;
Through the trees, the moon eclipses the sun
in an eerie twilight unruled by manners,
mores, norms~
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Thanks so much, Grace!
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The indecision of the human mind versus the unfailing predictability of the laws of physics… certainly puts things in perspective.
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Thanks, Rajani. Things are simpler in physics, I think.
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Because physics has no emotions? 🙂
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Yes, we seem to have a penchant for complicating things with human fallibility and angst. Physics is complicated but far more predictable.
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I love that ‘should he’ or ‘shouldn’t he’ mother son conversation. Lovely & interesting. Also the image of trout spawning, eclipse & the ancient sky. Were you able to see the diamond ring?
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No, we had only a partial eclipse here. I think America needed something like this though. The excitement was contagious. Something pure and predictable in an era of well,… the opposite!
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Such an incredibly gorgeous poem about what is important in life and being distracted from what is and what isn’t! 🙂
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Thanks, Sanaa. Yup. We humans are good at distractions!
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I love how you set the scene in the first two stanzas, with the trout’s ‘jeweled reflections following instinct’ (they know where they are going) and the conversation with your indecisive son – a lovely juxtaposition, which threads its way into the rest of the poem and the eclipse..
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Thanks, Kim. This one came together well. Some days… not so much!
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Thanks for the glimpse of the extraordinary in the ordinary day … which turned out, after all, wasn’t quite ordinary either. Interesting contrast of scenes. I wish I could call and talk to my Mum with that level of openness … Your son is blessed.
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Aw, thanks Colin. My mother wasn’t one you could talk over things with, so I’ve vowed not to be that mother. I may have succeeded, at least most of the time.
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Even without meeting you in person, the candour and thoughtfulness in your poetry clearly show how wonderful you are. I’m sure your mother would be proud to realise that too. 🙂
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Hope so, but she wasn’t much for praise, at least where I was concerned. Lots of poetry written and to be written there. Thanks so much for the compliment, Colin.
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It was overcast and so we didn’t see the eclipse. I liked this line: “Crickets start reverberations
in the trees. ” It makes me wonder how to video-sound record not the eclipse itself but what is happening around me before, during and after it.
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I’ve heard that animals behave strangely during an eclipse. That would be an interesting study. I wonder if anyone has done one. Thanks for the props about reverberations. That phrase had been dancing in my head for about a week before the eclipse, so I had to use it.
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“Bright glints in the water move
through my shadow, the moon’s shadow —
stars in an ancient galaxy.”
Stunning What a great imagery of the experience.
Great poem
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Thanks so much, Marja. It was a unique day.
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How beautifully you’ve brought the seemingly unrelated scenarios to blend with caution of conversations and seeing a natural phenomenon unfolding! Great lines Sarah!
Hank
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Thanks a lot, Hank.
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Wonderful, Sarah. Wow! What an explosive combination of thoughts. Such grace.
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Thanks so much, Ryan.
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Crickets start reverberations in the trees….. here in Mumbai it is raining and insects resonated from the trees. My son called today…… this binds all mother together. your poem has a very earth element, Sarah.
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Thanks so much, Kalpana. You saw something in the poem that I didn’t. I love it when that happens!
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A beautiful evocation of the wild – such a contrast to petty concerns.
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Thanks, Rosemary.
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A nice play on shadows and shade as opposed to glint of sun..and a son needing to talk, hoping you would shed some light on what was troubling him.
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I think you saw more than I did in the “shedding light” on my son’s dilemma. I love it when that happens! Thank you so much, Kathy.
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