As the sun
So the pilings
So the day
So my life
So the pilings
So the day
So my life
In a whir of calm
And failing light
The river
Never stops
Photographically Inspired Writing
Category: Poetry
An Ode to The Seven
I see The Seven
In the land
The textures
The gestures
The shapes and lines
In the land
The textures
The gestures
The shapes and lines
And the colours
Oh the colours
Ever vibrant
Even this brown earth
They painted
With expansiveness
Let the grandiose
Dominate the brush
Then I
So happy
For just a hint of them
Through the glass
Held in my hand
Words ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #171
I am no Poet
Least not in
The classic Poet’s manner
Least not in
The classic Poet’s manner
I’ve never studied
What the Poets say
Nor worried much
How they place their words
Or why that way
I do not know
How to write a sonnet
I am not sure
What makes pentameter
Iambic
I hope that’s OK
Empty Sails
I sailed across
Obsidian sea
On breathless eve
With pastel sky
Obsidian sea
On breathless eve
With pastel sky
While the moon
By just a half
Whispered lightly
On the sly
Love awaits
On farther shore
Beneath the peaks
Upon the sand
It will not linger
For a moment more
Nor even greet you
When you make land
If no love
Has filled your sails
If no love
Has filled your sails
Pitter Patter
Pitter patter
Falls the rain
And the leaves
Falls the rain
And the leaves
Splish splash
Boat at anchor
On the sea
Roly poly
Float the logs
Storms set free
The Susurrus of Grey
On a day I wondered
If the rain might never end
If the rain might never end
The clouds did not break
The sun did not shine
So I sat with the rain
Found the beauty in the greys
With the susurrus of droplets
Falling on the gentle sea
In the peace I found there
The spark of a mirthful hope
Perhaps it would be better
If the rain did never end
Implacable
It is the hard
Which asks me
To be soft
Which asks me
To be soft
The unyielding
Asks me
To yield
So I become the cloud
Pass over the peaks
Flow through the valley
I align with the supple forces
Which overcome the implacable
