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Smith Mountain Lake, VA
On a crooked finger
of the drowned Roanoke
we prepare a simple meal,
our day's last communion.
Anchored deep beneath the forest
of the mountain's reflection,
we sway to birdsong on water
rippled by the distant whir of motors.
Our sons fish for bluegills and bass
from a drift boat at the cove's mouth,
casting lines through a swath of sunset
until it retreats and they return,
veiled in the hastening twilight.
From Faith to See and Other Poems (Finishing Line Press, 2007).
This poem first appeared in U.S. 1 Worksheets.
Used here with the author's permission.
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Kathe L. Palka lives in Hunterdon County, New Jersey and writes in both Japanese forms and free verse. Her short tanka collection, As the Years Pass, won an eChapbook Award from Snapshot Press in 2011. In 2015, Red Moon Press published A Path of Desire, a book of tan renga written by Kathe and poet Peter Newton. Two poems from her long form collection, Miracle of the Wine (Grayson Books, 2012), were featured on The Writer’s Almanac. Kathe is a member of the Haiku Poets of the Garden State and has been involved in the presentation of haiku for their yearly April haiku sign installation at the New Jersey Botanical Garden in Ringwood, New Jersey since its inception in 2018. She has co-edited the online micro poetry journal tinywords.com together with Peter Newton since 2012. Kathe is currently at work on a manuscript in Japanese forms. Learn more about her at her Haiku Foundation web page.
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Wilda Morris:
"Casting lines through a swath of sunset. . . ." Beautiful!
Posted 07/07/2013 10:10 PM
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Buckner14:
Close to perfect!
Posted 07/07/2013 10:23 AM
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nancilee:
Beautifully said.
Posted 07/06/2013 11:49 AM
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Ralph Murre:
Somewhere, I too am in the picture. That's good writing.
Posted 07/06/2013 09:52 AM
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Katrina:
I love the swaying and the way the cove owns its mouth. Actually I always appreciate Kathe's poetry. Thank you.
Posted 07/06/2013 07:31 AM
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