The Lighter Side of JzB

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Every day visits*
From Moose, Goose, and Orb Weaver
All seized by Haiku

"Why moose and goose?" you may ask. Back on 2/04/13 Pirate wrote a haiku with an elk in it, and I responded with
one with a moose and then included him every day. A few days later in comments Mystic asked "Where's the goose?"
So I started including her with this post on 2/07. A week later on the 14th, Mark Readfern
asked for and received a spider. The rest is history.

*Well, most days, anyway. Grant me a bit of poetic license.

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Imaginary garden

muddy maumee river
remnant of the great black swamp
i was born along its bank
in a hospital long since abandoned

and grew up next to what
i was told was once the other bank
before it changed its course
as rivers sometimes do

that dry watercourse was a playground
its flat bottom held a football stadium
a running track and baseball diamonds
the trees on it’s sides a child's jungle

i can’t say now what formed in my mind
in those long ago formative years
what ideas flowed into me from that dry river
even today i never know what will flow out


  1. Makes me wonder how a birth place does affect us.

    1. and i didn't even say anything about 12 years of catholic school

  2. Oh I love that - the river - and never knowing what will flow out. Me, too!

  3. I, too love the ideas of a river and all that flows. It is wondrous to think about how much our environment and roots affects our view on the world.
    Thank you, I enjoyed your poem.

  4. Your river metaphor flows well

    Much love...

  5. A riverbed is a wonderful way of beginning.. it has a flow yet not.. and it is a place of birth in itself I like how you started with the description of your birthplace fits in.

  6. Okay, now I want to spin a poem about being born in an abandoned hospital. Meanwhile, what better place to grow up than with one's own jungle at hand?

  7. "even today i never know what will flow out"... exactly, but I am grateful that poems are still birthed.

  8. As rivers, and lives, often do. Descriptive and full of a sense of both self and place.

  9. The river and thought...perfect metaphors employed and a very visual piece...nicely crafted indeed...thank you!

  10. love the comparison of this and the details are wonderful

  11. Our birth place leaves an impression even if we don't understand its full impact...beautiful piece

  12. Running rivers or dry river beds… they are magical. Maumee - love saying that word.


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