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My canoe drifts
along a shore
where an eastern
kingbird hovers
over pickerelweed
blossoming blue;
the white band
of his tail curves,
a crescent moon rising.
The kerrrrplunk
of a large-mouth bass
rings like old silver
lightly dropped
from generous hands;
it is a treasure
like the burry tones
of thrush
and warbler trills,
woodpeckers
rat-a-tatting,
blackbirds chatter
one by one,
then all together.
This poem first appeared in the 2005 Wisconsin Poets Calendar.
Used here with the author’s permission.
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Jeffrey Johannes is an artist and poet who lives in Port Edwards, Wisconsin. He co-edited the 2012 Wisconsin Poets' Calendar with his wife, Joan.
Jeffrey is the author of a chapbook, Ritual for Beginning Again, and is currently combining his art and poetry to create comics, which he calls “pometoons.” Learn more about him here.
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barbsteff:
Perfect account of a poet paying attention! Crisp images.
Posted 09/13/2016 04:43 PM
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jeanie:
super nice jeffrey!
Posted 09/12/2016 08:21 PM
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carel:
I felt the essence of Wisconsin as I read these living words. Beautiful, like this September morning in Lake Geneva!
Posted 09/12/2016 09:31 AM
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Lori Levy:
Soothing to read.
Posted 09/12/2016 08:54 AM
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ed werstein:
Very nice, yes.
Posted 09/12/2016 08:51 AM
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Larry Schug:
I kept waiting for otters to appear in the words, though they are conspicuous in their absence. A lesson on focusing on what's in front of you, not what you might want to see. Nicely done.
Posted 09/12/2016 08:03 AM
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mimi:
love it, Jeffrey, beautifully vivid images...
Posted 09/12/2016 07:33 AM
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blueskies:
Indeed, a treasure of nature! Thanks, Jeffery.
Posted 09/12/2016 05:56 AM
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Gary Busha:
Yes.
Posted 09/12/2016 05:52 AM
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