Peanut Gallery

1-11902263_10100544999628406_3384719282716325634_n

A crayfish laid to rest
in a bedrock grave
the detritivore’s decay
sustains the living.

1-1-11892118_10100544991080536_4326144805210092407_n

Opportunists
with sharp elbows
teasel 

1-11951999_10100545014294016_2141491547134068536_n

Bedrock facade
washboard sheets
pocketful of secrets.

1-11947536_10100545200560736_4481470061586193180_n

Trees
caught
behind
a smokescreen —
phantom
limbs
burning
under
a bloodshot 
sun.

Over a tranquil stream
the chatter of two kingfishers
territorial dispute.

Never
      a
             straight
         line
               as
        the
                 crow
                          flies

A
spider
spins its
web —
intricate
strands
dance —
with each
passing
breeze.

Next to my feet
a sleeping dog twitches
canine dreams.

1-IMG_5462

Trees
wave
their
branches
like
batons —
conducting
a
symphony
of
clouds
&
birds.

The old windmill
with arthritic blades
tilts in vain.

Fluttering 
into my
l
i
n
e
of sight —
the
eye-like
       s
   t       p
       o
on a butterfly’s
wings —
staring back
at me.

Words
d
r
o
p
like
discarded
shells
from
the
peanut
gallery
of
my
mind —
egging
me on to
write
my finest
lines.

My teeth sink into
a blushing nectarine —
taste buds awash
in an embarrassment
of flavors.

When we stop
holding back —
& start living
the life we were
meant to live —
every risk
is a golden
opportunity.

They say
you can’t make
a living as a poet —
that’s only a half truth —
you can make poetry
your life.

Advertisements

About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
Image | This entry was posted in Nature and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

19 Responses to Peanut Gallery

  1. Last 2 lines – Hoorah!

  2. Jen E Town says:

    I feel like I’m running down a path of every image you write , I love the feeling and the images. Beautiful

  3. This one was a beautiful journey, and I feel I’ve arrived at a life lived with poetry. With you. 🙂

  4. kestrelgwh says:

    Tyler, “Bloodshot sun,” what a powerful, accurate image, and not just on the physical level. There is a lot of blood in this toxic atmosphere.

    • Thank you kindly, Gary! Last week, the smoke blew into the valley & the air quality plummeted. Fortunately, we just received our first real summer rain today & this will provide some relief for firefighters & fish alike. The sweet smells of summer rain refresh my memory. Parched earth soaks water into every pore, while roots of trees plumb the depths of an underground oasis. Hope you’re having a wonderful Sunday & all the best in the week ahead!

      BTW, how about those Grizzlies! I listened to the game yesterday…a huge win and great way to start the season!
      Cheers,
      Tyler

  5. dunelight says:

    I wonder what killed the crayfish (Crawdaddy is what we called them.). Perhaps it was simply his time. Nice post!

  6. madhuri says:

    Love the words and the pictures. Beautiful!

  7. Mother Hen says:

    This is wonderful!

  8. Elizabeth Helmich says:

    Reblogged this on thecrumbsofmylife and commented:
    Sharing this wonderfully lyrical gem from Tyler, a photographer / ecologist / nature-loving poet whose work excites, and inspires this verdant, naturalist heart of mine. Do check out his other works.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s