Shard

Shard

Poem by Bud Caywood
Art by Rose Hunter

At the water’s edge, I found
blue grass, lake and polished sky
in one small chip, blithe and triangular.

I held it concave in my palm,
seeing clouds and sun,
and weeping willows up-side-down.

Then, stuck it in my back pocket,
a good luck piece forever–
what else could it possibly be?

-refers from the phrase “as though out of the blue” in the poem After we kissed for the first time by Carolee Sherwood

5 Responses “Shard” →

Debbie

April 6, 2011

Thank you, Bud, for this poem! I loved the weeping willows upside down.
helenl

April 6, 2011

Bud, I really like this one.
Debbie

July 21, 2011

Now a beautiful photo too! Just perfect, Rose!
Rose Hunter

July 22, 2011

Thanks Debbie! It’s my back patio. I should take another; it looks a bit different now.

I like “blithe and triangular.” ++