I write of bears quite often it seems. I guess I relate to them somehow. I have been wondering lately how it all will turn out. Poor Mr. Bear. He will have to eat salmon alone it looks like. Lately I have found that not such a bad deal, myself.
I found myself unwilling to spend much time on the computer in the last couple days. But then wonder of wonders, an unsecured network close enough by. Now I am for an unknown time a member of the internet community. My renter in the back has been using this network for a while and thinks it is going to be stable for a while. With the absences growing in my circle, I suppose I will cast further out now as time allows.
I have written five more poems today. This little spurt of creativity continues, thanks to the websites that I visit, you friends who inspire me. I pray all my friends find their heart’s delight.
Snuffing The Air
Bear waddles along
snuffing the air for berries,
wishing she would give
him a chance. He knows
where salmon jump upriver,
would tell her, whisper
in her ear just so
but her ruffled fur proves it.
He's in a losing
game.
June 26, 2009 11:43 AM
I'm glad inspiration comes for you. I find it very difficult in this heat and friction to find myself and as a consequence I got nothin'. And so I look to fall when the bears start to get hungry.
ReplyDeleteI think of bears a lot. I walk where I maybe shouldn't, run further in where I know I really shouldn't. Last night after a half assed run through the woods I stopped at a river. The water's down. I was able to go halfway into this usually large and tumultous river and sit the smooth rocks, tip my head into what is left of the rapids. When I lifted my head three animals made their way toward me on the rocks. Just three dogs, their owner quiet behind the trees opening his mouth and calling to them but I could only hear the spill of the river, see his mouth move. I thought, Erin, this is how it will be with a bear, you know. You'll never hear him coming. And it will hurt when he bites your leg.
But I will keep walking where perhaps I shouldn't and I will run deeper into the forest. What else is there?
I maintain, there is a she-bear out there for you:)
xo
erin
Well, I don't know. I think the bear would rather do a bear dance on the edge of the river and do honor to the beauty of your form all draped on the rocks - then howl a bear howl of joy.
ReplyDeleteI have no idea how to find that she-bear and don't intend to roll over rocks looking for the spoor either. The obvious trails are all empty space and have been for a long while.
just when we lose some games, we will win some others...
ReplyDelete:)
Hi, my friend. Some people say when one door closes another opens.
ReplyDeleteBear, i have a question for you.
ReplyDeleteI was picking blueberries this weekend, as it is what bears do. My human form, enjoyed all the wonderful surroundings, but in my dreams at night or even when i close my eyes, all i see is blueberries. Don and i talked about this, he has it too, and it only happens with blue berries.
Do you have an explanation?
Blueberries in a bowl or bluberries on the bush?
ReplyDeleteOne means human, the other, bear.
Other than that, I have no idea.
Blueberries in a muffin, holy sh*t! To die for! I had to quit eating the muffins. I can't eat just one...