Sketches of A Life in July

[summer_jackel]

There are fish in the river
tiny, moving like splintered sunlight, just below the
clear lens, refracting white
of the water's surface.

Walking on the rivershore, sharp stones point upward
make me pay attention
these little insistences of pain.
Two drakes lift noisily, all hard wingfeathers and crystal beads.

These little scraps of motion,
displaced air
the hole in the grass left from a tiny serpent's passing.
Jagged-edged and restless sunlight
and all the empty spaces left behind.
Does the brokenness allow an image to cohere?

Comments

[lynnenova.livejournal.com]

I often gaze at bodies of water and contemplate words and images I could use to describe the qualities I see and feel. You've done a wonderful job of that here.

Your last verse is very telling of your wisdom, to see not only what is there, but what is not. In life drawing, we are taught to create form by using the negative as well as the positive space. This is so applicable to all observation!