between island and island

[panta rhei]

between islands:
the silence of winter
as ice caps rock
in low tide drift

and frozen marshes where
the orchids rest:
red moss calm
against cold
blue offerings
of sky.

the shore a quiet
tale of thought and shift
congealed tide
on winterside

and i stand by
and watch the crest

and listen:

there is silence
from island
to island.

i see it unfold
and glisten.

[dadio]

This poem has the drift of water, not pushy or pulling just that gentle drift that the words have and well captured.

[panta rhei]

it is slow
like winter water
and ice floe flow.

thank you, dadio.

[Lao C Ryter]

it makes me feel like I am on a boat, lulled by waves in a cove. watching it from the sun-deck at night with the good sleeping bag. It's gentle, and a good read.........Great job panta!

[panta rhei]

if it's brought you somewhere, it is good. a boat ain't a bad place to be. enjoy the winter water's lullaby, lao! and thanks.

[Lao C Ryter]

I am just glad I have the "good" sleeping-bag.

[judih]

absolutely afloat on your words
what joy to have so much panta, so gently panta-fied...

[jim turner]

Strange, magnetic expressions here. Have to go back.