Disenchanted Day

 

Disenchanted day

the inside of my head screams – M E S S !

like the chaotic trees doing a mad samba

back and forth in the constant hiss

of swirling winds

thoughts

blow away

 to where the white caps are

distantly bouncing on the water

 beyond the mudflats

 uncatchable treasures

lost

in this disenchantment of a day

where only a crazy lady and her crazy pooch

and the hungriest or bravest of birds

have ventured

passing

the soldier crabs who parade virtually undisturbed

left, right, left, right…

S  L  I  D  E    S I D E W A Y S

 left, right, left…

in oh soooo… together formations

 scuttling over mud

N E V E R

sinking into it…  except of course at high tide…

it’s just a disenchanting day… really

in case you didn’t know!

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9 thoughts on “Disenchanted Day

  1. smiles….for such a disenchanting day you sure captured a lot of its magic you know…love the skittering of the crabs and dance of the trees….i hope too it got better…

  2. “in this disenchantment of a day

    where only a crazy lady and her crazy pooch

    and the hungriest or bravest of birds

    have ventured” –

    so maybe the crazy pooch & lady are just bravely hungry, and only the outward look, looks to be crazy –

    the mad samba and swirling winds and bouncing whtiecaps remind me of the energy that’d rise in sleepy galveston when the storms’d come up –

    something elemental in it, i like it…

  3. I love it when the poet talks to the reader through a poem- really nice job of that. Also, really appreciate the progression of nature and terrain, from the head, not nature, but it is in a way, trees, winds, white caps, water, mudflats, mud and high tide, this line becomes the timeline and all the activity falls along it. I love that, really fine job crafting this. Really enjoyed the read. Thanks

  4. hihi…. the chaotic trees doing a mad samba…i like… that captures the mood so well…and days like these are still good when they produce such nice poetry..smiles

  5. I’ve had a lot of those–but your poem was far from disenchanting–it really brought me a little bit of nature I’d not otherwise see, and I always like the beach empty except for crazy ladies–one girl’s disenchantment is another’s pleasure, apparently. ;_)

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