Sunday, April 2, 2017

THOUGHTS








THOUGHTS WHILE SOAKING IN MINERAL WATERS
 ALONG THE RIO GRANDE RIVER


Little ripples in my brain 
Flow along like river waves

Is there beauty here?
In this dry desert terrain
Does the river know the grandeur
Implied in its name?

A bee disturbs my thoughtless thoughts
Falls in hot water where I soak
It takes some time to to swish it out
Surely it's dead
But no
It flaps its wings
Then flies away

I resume my quasi-meditative mode  
Accepting that it's not me, alone
Who will save this world
with all its bees
It will be Nature's perplexing surprises

I become aware of my old achy, weary bones
My chest exhales a selfish wish  
That floats on river's passing waves


(For Poets United.)

19 comments:

  1. I so resonate with this poem, the beauty, the wonderings, the belief in nature, the tired weary bones. (Me, too!) I am especially happy the bee recovered. One more small life saved.

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  2. I think we need those moments of relaxing in hot water... and even if it's not our call we might still save a life.

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  3. Excellent argument, according to the latest buzz.
    ZQ

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  4. "Does the river know the grandeur
    Implied in its name?"

    My favourite lines

    Thanks for dropping by my Sunday Standard today

    Much love...

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  5. I am so very glad that the bee was saved.
    And my bones ache with you. Hopefully our hearts can fly...

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  6. Love this thoughtful and soothing write. The visit of the bee, the very epitome of the gatherer and creator of the sweetness of golden honey.

    Elizabeth

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  7. I like this, Myrna, as it is about real down-to-earth meditating & pondering on things as they are. I am glad as well that the bee is saved. Perhaps this can also be thought to be symbolic. Bravo!

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  8. Love the lovely reflections in your lines. This water good for your body and your soul.

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  9. Soaking in a hot mineral bath...one of life's great pleasures.

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  10. Beautiful reflection...especially like
    Does the river know the grandeur
    Implied in its name?

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  11. What a beautiful ansd reassuraing read this is Myrna...and thank you for rescuing the bee as they are in danger too in some countries.

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  12. 'Accepting that it's not me, alone
    Who will save this world
    with all its bees'...What a great relief the lines offer. Gem of a truth shining in moments of awakening. Your closing lines made me smile.

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  13. That soak sounds heavenly! And I'm so glad you saved the bee.

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  14. You've struck a lovely contemplative note here, that is as soothing to the mind, as that hot tub of water is to the body.

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  15. Was this at the national park? I think my husband may have been there last year. He surprised himself by loving it. (He had thought it would pale in comparison to other, more mountainous and green parks.)

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  16. This is so beautifully deep and contemplative, Myrna ❤️

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  17. Fount of life, of youth--if it brings the dead to life, what about me!? A splendid poem.

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  18. It is amazing it still lives. There must be some divine intervention to cause it to be alive!

    http://imagery77.blogspot.my/2017/04/it-is-engaging-upon-visitors.html

    Hank

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  19. I like the free association style of this.

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