how could she not think of the journey
as an instrument of some kind
leaving the dunes, entering the scrub
what looks hearty is fragile, the ground
she stands on is porous and sounds seep
into the dry earth like notes fading into echo
vssnature – scrub
vsspoem – instrument
she’d shed so many shells
along the way – so many incarnations –
she cemented herself like a barnacle
too jaded to bother now with a charade
Barnacles are kin to lobsters and crabs and like them, go through larval stages of developement.
Sessile means immobile
A branch of forsythia waves
from the other side of the window
and grabs my attention –
maybe because the flowers are gone.
From the other side of the window
I watch the World moving through lifetimes.
It layers itself like a pearl
and grabs my attention,
an unintentional omen
a mother-of-pearl revelation
Maybe because the flowers are gone
there’s nothing to distract me
from noticing everything as an irritation
Nature Note: Pearls are created when an irritant seeds an oyster.
dVerse Poets Pub prompt – more info here
Along the dry trail into the canyon
we heard cat-magnitude rustling
behind the leaves of bushes we couldn’t name –
bushes covered in gauze in spiderwebs
and we pretended
everything was normal.
vssnature – canyon
vsspoem – normal