It starts with a perfect drop of rain
falling from a cloud – and the future
arrives just as water, rippling the stillness
of a pond, releasing mayflies, dragonflies,
and herons that flap their wings
like broken umbrellas against spring rain.
The gorged river glints, powerful and steadfast
on its intrepid journey to the coast,
where it joins the other drops of future,
beautiful and frightening in their vastness.
Kim M. Russell, 13th December 2019

My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Mini-Challenge: 13 Poetic Bits of Kerry, also linked to Poets United Pantry of Poetry and Prose and earthweal open link weekend #48
It’s Magaly’s last prompt for the Imaginary Garden today and she invites us to celebrate Kerry’s poetry with her. All we have to do is select 1 of the 13 lines she has harvested from Kerry’s poems and write a new poem. The words in our chosen lines must remain exactly as they are—consecutive and unaltered (other than capitalization)—and we must use every word in the lines we choose. Line breaks are fine.
It was so difficult to choose just one line but, in the end, I decided on “The future arrives just as water”, taken from ‘A Painless Day’ by Kerry O’Connor. I chose it because it has been very wet around here lately.
You do such wonderful things with imagery and progression, Kim. I love seeing how a drop turns into more and more until the flood is slightly unnerving (as raging nature tends to be). I also really like how the “beautiful and frightening” of the last couplet seems is also present in the heron’s umbrella like wings, broken… and still flying.
P.S. I, too, had quite a bit of trouble choosing a line. I might’ve written a few poems *cough* before finally choosing one to post. But it was good, so good, to brew something out of Kerry’s words.
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Thank you, Magaly! My aim was to write a poem worthy of your excellent prompt.
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I adore this poem, Kim. The description of the birds beside the river is so peaceful. I feel so blessed to have my words join yours in this beautiful portrayal.
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Thank you so much, Kerry. I’m delighted that our words have resonated.
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Beautiful 😊
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Thank you! 😀
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My goodness this is absolutely gorgeous writing, Kim! ❤️ Especially love;
“and the future
arrives just as water, rippling the stillness
of a pond, releasing mayflies, dragonflies,
and herons that flap their wings
like broken umbrellas against spring rain,”
Woww!! 😍😍
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High praise, dear Sanaa. Thank you! 😍
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Raindrops are like people; by themselves they don’t seem to amount to much, but in mass they can do much good or much harm! Lovely poem!
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Thank you, Dwight!
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beautiful thoughts
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Thank you, Maureen.
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Your poetry is lush, with an underlying power that is inescapable.
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Thank you so much, Helen!
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You’ve mirrored the interconnectedness of all things, starting with just one drop of rain. (K)
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Thank, Kerfe.
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A halcyon observation — “herons that flap their wings / like broken umbrellas against spring rain” — and the future which flows here is what it is, as are rain and mayflies which tide into future. Lovely poem Kim, speckled with raindrops and yearning.
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Thank you so much, Brendan.
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This has the feel of a panoramic nature film on an IMAX, with each detail crisp, gorgeous, and larger than life.
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Thank you, Rommy!
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So beautiful, especially the heron wings like broken umbrellas, which is rather brilliant. I will remember that when I see herons, now.
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Thank you, Sherry!
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“herons that flap their wings
like broken umbrellas against spring rain.
This whole poem is gentle and hopeful and just gorgeous.
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Thank you, Margaret!
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Drops of future. That’s all there is.
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🙂
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It all starts with one drop and fills to the brim!
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🙂
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“…herons that flap their wings
like broken umbrellas…”
Such a vivid picture.
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Thank you!
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This poem is spectacular! Beauty’s spilling out in every line. “and the future
arrives”…Such a wonderful thought!
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Thank you, Sumana!
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I love “drops of future” and “beautiful and frightening in their vastness” – the unknown that much more attractive and scary when so vast!
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Thank you! Water is versatile and beautiful, but scary too.
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Hi there Kim, Love the idea of: “the future
arrives just as water..” “beautiful and frightening in their vastness…” Great writing…
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Thank you so much, Scott!
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I love how you expanded on Kerry’s line, and to me it has always seemed like the future is like water (or maybe a river) and just like time it only flow downwards… the direction if not the length of the stream is always a given.
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Thank you, Bjorn. Water is not only essential but a beautiful element in all its shapes and forms.
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This is one of my favourite of yours, Kim! The personalisation of water as it moves from one form to another is sublime.
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Thank you so much, Viv!
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😊
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Yes, this too is one of my favorites you’ve written. There is a mystical feeling to it.
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Thank you so much, Susie!
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One of my wife and I’s favorite hobbies was bird watching. How your poem took me back to those days searching creeks, rubbish tips and remote sea shores for elusive birds not yet crossed off our “seen” lists.
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I’m so pleased my poem took you back to those memories,, Robin.
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joins the other drops of future –
we are all so connected. A delightful second reading 🙂
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Thank you, Margaret. 🙂
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I adore that final line, and the feel of the entire poem, Kim.
Sorry you’re having trouble commenting at my place. Thanks so much for leaving your thoughts at Toads–that was above and beyond and I appreciate it!
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Thank you so much, Shay. I was so inspired by Kerry’s line and Magaly’s prompt..
For some reason I had problems with the Poets United blog and a few others too. I’ve done a bit of housekeeping on my laptop and hope that clears it up.
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Beautifully done.
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Thank you so much!
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I love how this unfolds Kim–it wraps nature up into itself–just a beautiful write!
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Thank you so much!
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Sounds like heaven to me, here in rainless Australia.
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I wish I could send you some, Rosemary.
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I can see the gorged river and waterbirds flying high and free
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I love the idea of the future starting as single drops here and there. I have been thinking similar thoughts. I like the eloquent way you express it. My poem on the same theme was much more raw.
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Thank you, Suzanne. I’ll be back to read and comment in the morning.
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This is surely a keeper, Kim, it’s held up just as strong and inspiring as ever. There’s a Mary Oliverian assurance in it, a faith that the real world knows how and where to go. – Brendan
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Thank you, Brendan.
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Gorgeous, especially the heron flapping its wings like broken umbrellas.
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Thank you, Sherry!
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The herons wings do look like huge umbrella – this is one of my favorite creatures, they teach us so much about patience. They can stand still for long periods of time in search of food, then quick as lightning they spear a meal. A lovely offering.
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Thank you so much, Truedessa.
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‘herons that flap their wings
like broken umbrellas against spring rain.’
-such a perfect description. I do love to watch herons in flight, or standing still. The future certainly looks frightening and (hopefully) beautiful right now.
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Thanks Ingrid! In September, when the local walking group wasn’t grounded by Covid, we saw a heroin standing in the middle of a field, which suddenly took off. It was an amazing sight.
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