Carol Bass

a continuous flow of feelings and color, inspired by the beauty around us

Post 276: Great White Egret, fish, neck, heaven, stars

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an evening round about

driving by the marsh at dusk
searching for stars
two late fishing egrets
glowing white in an evening veil
a familiar awe consuming me

my fingertips brush
the long stretched arc of her neck
soft white feathers
satin smooth
poured creamy silk

I gently hold her snake-like throat
tense muscular predator curve
feeling a small lump of sudden death
passing through
the interior last swim
down the dark tunnel
as the fish left
for the other world

Post 275: Edisto River, black water, rope swing


Edisto River

Imagine, in your cupped hands

a small lump of the purest silver
you watched as it transformed
into a pocket of light, fresh air

you blew on this cloud of air
til it surrounded you all over
well you understand, right?

your imagination must be light

barely there

if the first spring cattail leaves
flew away from the mother plant
and made a bed for your rest

if the first morning drops of spring rain
moistened your head
fell over your eyebrows
touched your eyelids, like butterfly wings
finally kissing your breasts

well you understand, don’t you

because of not caring
how the utter loss of beauty, tears our souls

GOD has brought us all
to this this river
placed us down in the water
to explain love

6 days until FL!

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It was a busy week this week at work (as usual, blah blah blah). And I suddenly developed a pretty bad case of shin splints after I did a hill/sprint workout on the Casco Bay Bridge with my trainer on Wednesday. (Yowser! I hadn’t had those since high school soccer). I took it easy the rest of the week because I am headed to Florida on a few days with my aunt to visit my beloved sister and run a half marathon. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

My faithful running partner and I did about 4 and a half miles around town today before the rain started. Here he is waiting outside while I get a towel to wipe down the muddy water and sand from his paws and his undercarriage.


Talking to my mom on the phone today and I was telling her that people look at us and smile and laugh and…

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Post 274: sun, live oak leaves, sparkling

magic…..can you imagine?

while a tiny wind blew into our yard
rustling the tree tops
and the late morning sun
spread through the highest oaks
each leaf shimmering
with its own tiny point of light

Post 273: Southern storm, hurricane, wind, sun, Zen poem


southern storm

not a hurricane
wind through trees
like huge trucks passing
wild downpour
clearing warm breeze

Post 272: walk, joy, beauty, power, laughter

from Subway to Bilow

Today, A Beautiful Lady

sauntered out of Subway
heading for her job
frying and serving chicken
at the Bilo deli

her spirit was infectious
I told her so
she laughed
I thought of the Queen of England
never happier that this lady
right then

singing to herself
in the sun

Post 271: marsh, golden, chartreuse, sun, winter


come over here Ruby

wake up now, now
the sky is striped
with rose and soft blue
lavendar haze hovers over pines
slowly turning into diaphonous orange
before welcoming all blue

would you look at that marsh!
all gold and glowy
now it’s chartreuse
huge, graceful white birds flying over
landing on the neighbors dock
ducks making ripples

please God
the beauty you have given Nigeria
must be beyond anything in this world
please let the people wash their eyes
and brains
have them see only this miracle

Post 270: Banana plant, intimate, leaves, green,


banana plant

dry, brown leaves cluster around the stem
rattle in the wind
one green top leaf reaches toward the light
green patches hide in its stalk

banana plant in deep winter
until today
I thought I’d never enjoy the pleasures of
exotic banana

Post 269: magic, air, eagles, vultures, lagoons, the PIG



I was biking home from the Pig yesterday
over the Dawhoo lagoons

when the air turned magic
sweeping m
e up

two eagles soaring with red tail hawk
in the milky orange haze of six pm
haunting entrance of three black vultures
their unmistakable massive blackness and choppy wing flying
soaring empty bellies stirred up by wild want and primal need
never a clue in their lives
of my small yearnings
me needing
this rapture as fiercely as their need for food
all these wild creatures
entering through my heart
with electrical currents down through the toes
leaving me dumbfounded and new again

Post 268: bright green lizard, big black spider


green lizard and black spider

there it sat, near the eave of the roof for days it seemed
but then, the black thing slowly started moving
it wasn’t a blob of mold after all
but a large, furry spider
frightened for its life

a long green lizard approached
with threatening bodily curves

the spider traveled in and out of the shadows on the siding
heading for shelter underneath the window trim

for me, a quiet morning with bird song
and sun crawling over gold marsh grass
fishermen in the creek
young male cardinals
hogging the feeder
coffee and honeydew
Old Woody, just sleeping
I understand living with song

but the furry spider’s horror
I felt the black fiery hell of it all


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