I have recently been inspired by Lize Bard (Haiku out of Africa) to write Haiku poems. Check out her work, and enjoy my poem crafted as a result of an experience I had today.
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Tag Archives: Nature
Stingray
I just got back from family vacation, and we had a blast! Fun places to go, amazing food, good times. I was even inspired to write a poem at one of the many places we went. Enjoy!
Arkansas Stone
I’ve been missing the winter lately. Sitting by the fire, sipping warm beverage, etc. Maybe that’s because it has been SO hot! Nevertheless, I stumbled upon this poem I wrote last season. Enjoy!
Dusk Stalking
In want of a walk
I cross my dull street,
Listening for new sounds,
Wondering what I’ll have found.
Pensive Pour Over
“Pensive Pour Over”
Season Change
Considering we’re halfway through winter now, I thought it’d be great to share my best poem as of late. This piece of information would be helpful for you to know, dear reader: I use a beach chair to sit by the fire during wintertime. Enjoy!
“Season Change”
Out my front doorway
Look there you’ll see
Epic waves of wind
Crashing into trees
Tides shift the shoreline again
My leaves, a sea, litter the ground
As sticks and twigs bob here and there
Some splash in sanguine, making sound
Glance off my back porch
Notice the small and tiny leaves
Incessantly they strike down and let up
To resemble black and white piano keys
Ahhh…
Peace hits me exuberantly
As I savor season change
Yet I experience it sullenly
As leaves decay, looking gross
Clumping together by my shed
The temperatures, turning bitter
Hit endlessly my body and head
Sweat drenches me with blankets
And that damn space heater I fear
Might suddenly trip, burn or kill me
By the bathroom when I come near
But nothing
More soothing
Can I now recall
This winter from fall
Than this beach chair
As into our lives we stare
Sipping whiskey by the fire
You join me now free to admire
You Know Boscoyos
Growing up in southern Louisiana, I’ve always been fascinated with cypress knees, which are a part of the bald cypress tree. The Cajun French call them boscoyos, and the TV show Swamp People once pointed this out. If you’ve never seen boscoyos, here you go:
I took these pictures recently walking in a lake. Yes, you read correctly; I was walking in a lake that has been drained in the Lakewood subdivision of North Little Rock, AR where I live.
Even though many have wondered what boscoyos are for implicitly, botanist Francois André Michaux, in 1819, explicitly said, “No cause can be assigned for their existence.”
Nearly two hundred years later, no one, especially in the field of science, has yet discovered the specific purpose of boscoyos. Some think they help anchor the tree, others propose they slow floodwaters, some that they oxygenate the roots, and finally others that they catch drifting sediment. However, the research proves not one of these, although sediment has been found within the “underwater cave” portion of the cypress knee, as more easily seen below.
Hopefully this is enough background info for you to begin to understand why I wanted to write a poem about boscoyos as well as for you to better understand the term and poem below. Here’s two more puzzle pieces that continue to amaze me: Charles Darwin referred to the origin of boscoyos as an “abominable mystery.” Hurricane strength winds aren’t enough to knock down cypress trees! Ok, last alluring addition: boscoyos are classified in the redwood family. BOOM!
Boscoyos
Here boscoyo
There boscoyo
Why they shoot up
Well, no one knows
