ripples split the pickerel weed–
an empty canoe
drifts to shore
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Richard Jordan
Richard Jordan is an Associate Professor of Mathematics & Statistics at Mount Holyoke College in South Hadley, MA. He also enjoys reading and writing poetry. His poems have been published and/or are forthcoming in The Atlanta Review, Tar River Poetry, Cranky, The Pacific Review and elsewhere.
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…an empty canoe drifts to shore
the level of the creek was falling
more and more
muddy shingle appeared
over-head an osprey
slowly disappears
Richard, your words evoke many, many images. Just super!
…an empty canoe drifts to shore
the level of the creek was falling
more and more
muddy shingle appeared
over-head an osprey
slowly disappears
Richard, your words evoke many, many images. Just super!
Wow, a mathematician and a poet? You must be hard to come by…
Its amazing how much emotion you can illicit in just a couple of words
This is fantastic, Richard. Vivid imagery. I enjoyed reading it.
Melissa
This is where my mind goes when it seeks freedom!
Thank you!
Penelope, Celena, Melissa and Frances,
Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem. I am very pleased you like it.
–Rich
The contrast in sound between the first line and the rest is very effective.
interesting read, richard; however, i felt the urge to tinker with it.
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an empty canoe
drifts to shore…
ripples split the pickerel weed
–
this chilly spring night
so full & yellow the moon–
it’s blue
Richard, Your ku was great. You can’t help the delay. I couldn’t resist playing with it either.
stinky ripples rise
weeds hide the bloated pike
even my launch croaks