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Friday, December 30, 2011

Sunset of Lake Swan



Flash! From the state that dried up Lake Okeechobee, another gem of a lake is about to go the way of her sister. Lake Swan, a premier clear water lake in West Putnam County Florida, and long time summer residence for many old Gainesville and Jacksonville families, is on its last gasp from a combination of environmental factors, but now hastened by the greed of Jacksonville water consumers. The lake is declining at a rate of 5-10 linear feet per week and at this rate will be a collection of ponds by this time next year. Jacksonville’s JEA, Jacksonville Electric Authority, the public utility for vast Duval County asked for and received permission to draw off 184,000,000 – yes folks that’s 184 MILLION-gallons of water per day from the aquifer. So, you see folks Lake Swan doesn’t stand a chance. But we shouldn’t be too surprised-after all look what was allowed to happen to Lake Okeechobee.

Lake Swan is in very good company because the much larger Lake Santa Fe, just two miles down the road is also at alarming low water levels for the same reason. All throughout this region lakes have dried up due to expanded water usage locally and by neighboring metropolitan areas. Once these lakes are gone they will never return in the state they were previously.

Among other insults to Lake Swan this year was acidic pollution from the fires in Georgia and Florida. For weeks smoke hung over and ash fell on the lake. Where this smoke came into contact with the water a stringy substance was created,hanging in the water until rain came and it finally sank to the lake bottom. Now there is a slimy residue on the lake bottom. Minnows which were plentiful during spring of this year are no longer seen because there is no grass in the water. People are walking and driving ATV’s around the lake further damaging the lake bottom and impacting the minute springs that bubble up when water levels are higher.

When the lake dries up there will be no more reason to live here than any other ‘burb.

December


photo J. Culley "Bored"facebook 12/30/11


Once more she stood there
On the corner of her dreams and one more bout
Of settling for
A shimmering rainbow filled her eyes
Her tears the chrysalis for all her hopes
But could she muster up the grit
Enough to propel her forth
Doubt gnawing at the gates of her determination
Watering down her resolve
She never felt more hunted
But the hunter was her own doubt
The opal that was poised upon her bottom lid
Slid down her face as she turned and walked away
Brushing aside the tears as she went
No one even looked
Just that stinging wind
Was all anyone
would remember

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Anyone Post Quotes?

I read postings from folks
who search for quotes
and having one they feel
represents their thoughts
they pass it out
like goods put on display
I wish that they would dig inside
and suss their thoughts
and their individuality reveal
you can do it, I'm egging you on
it really isn't what you say
it's how the words are said
it will never be what you put on the page
cause Anyone's reading it his own way
is it asking too much
are these specious quotes
a specious way
to hold me at bay

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Overwrought

Dripping off the eave great drops elongated,
Echoing thoughts of the rainy day
And all I've saved to fill it with,
The cost I've paid to will it with
Years rolling by
Piled upon the pyre of decreased expectations
Until all the fire, the ire has been blunted
By the disappointment of one more promise unfulfilled.
I recognize you too, with all your glory one more lie within my story: story upon story,
And none alone have any significance,
Save for a life here and there snatched from the maw because of care I gave in my anonymous role.
And didn't I want it that way?
Days spent deprecatingly,
Breaking down my core bit by bit,
Turning me into this vestige of my former self,
An image I can claim no more,
No self I recognize, and certainly not one my lovelies care much for.
No! Now I'm just a hanger on, a pitiable charity case
Trotted out on special days, while
They, the "busy ones", have careers waiting.
Lines are growing long and heavy, measured with the drops now dripping from the eaves on this rainy day of days!
Once upon a time, when all was golden, we held promise, where did we grow old, how did it happen, how is it so, did we not know, or feel it go?
So, Rainy Day, what can one do?
Who are you when you are old and purpose gone?
Gold disbursed from sow's ear to gravestone!
Dreams amended I am changed!
And while my soul decries it, speaking to my callow youth, my life stands as it's own reproof that all will fall,
Although perhaps not to such decay, these morbid musings on a rainy day.