On Tin-Can Creek Poem by Brian Purdy
On Tin-Can Creek
On tin-can creek
where I stayed long
the woodsy mist
made up for wrongs
Ragweed wove
my loving cup
as evening soaked
my sorrows up
Burs and brambles
scored my skin
I made shift
to let them in
Brown and thin
as autumn leaves
by tin-can creek
I came to be
Now am old
and far from there
but tin-can creek
once heard my prayer.
exploiting the modern, the available and the cheap to express ideas rooted in ancientness and of such a sort of needful importance to be expressed and manifested in such unique simplicity and modernity is what is i should stop for a few seconds to call it modern art of poetry done by the brush of brian AK
This is a great poem! It carried my thoughts away as I read it...
This brings me back to those places where one could just...exist. Take in the beauty of our world and gain a bit more understanding of our place in it. Great write.
There's an essence flowing through this fine poem like the soul of water flowing through a river; magnificent words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I had such a creek, in Ohio, where with patience you could find both arrowheads and sharks teeth. How, one might ask, could a shark's tooth find itself in a small creek in NE Ohio? Simple, there went there to leave it at a time when NE Ohio was under sea. Global warming must have been a big problem for Megolythic creatures. Wonder what caused it since there were no industrial men around at the time!