It’s raining in the sky,
No hopes of touching ground.
Virga in the valley,
Sight without sound.
Beautiful, mysterious darkness,
A mass collection of gray.
Is there a longing to to connect,
Or a desire to stay away?
Virga in the valley,
I see beginning, and I see end.
It’s raining in the sky ,
Strands of water, limited.
Photo Title: Live Mirror
Activated by the tears of momentary regret and hopelessness.
Spaces between are the clarity of needed renewal,
and the brilliant light of optimistic potential.
My crashing life held in tact by both the real and illusory branches of the shedding trees.
There is motion.
I am part of this moving ecosystem.
The rhythmic echoes sustain me.
The live mirror is life.
I am alive.
And I will move forward.
The Obvious and The Hidden is one of my favorite blogs to follow. The titles that are applied to his amazing photography are perfection! I was searching through the history, since it’s been a good while that I’ve been on wordpress, and I went to May 10th- my sobriety date (2014). Note: this photo may be found in 2015. I was moved to remember that day and combine it with the success of today when writing this piece- a little over 17 months clean/sober and feeling great! I kind of dropped off wordpress at that time. Which is crazy!!! My, how time flies!! I was soooo active before. Miss all you guys. Trying to jump back in. Peace to you all.
Lake Mead, NV
Through the glass,
My paddle passes.
Breaking gently into tiny pieces,
Rapidly repairing placidity.
Awkwardly rhythmic row after another,
Propels me toward my destination of non-specificity.
The depth of the water below varies,
As time and distance pass.
And my fear is directly correlated with that depth,
Yet the fear is thrilling…
The heat of the sun,
The wayward frigid splashing from my paddle,
Balance my experience beautifully.
October kayak in Nevada, upon Lake Mead.
With mountains cradling crisp clear waters,
Sets my spirit free…
Drowning within her four walls,
Soaked in self made torment.
Submerged in agony,
Little fight left.
Returning to the dark places,
Her mind draws her to.
Surrendering in error,
To the things she once knew.
Perhaps her hurt will all drift away,
Upon gentle waves of continuity.
Perhaps her eyes will open,
And this will have been, but a dream.
Or maybe she’ll drown,
Within her four walls.
Eyes closed forever,
In her slow, steady fall…
A pause to enjoy,
The sustaining crystal flow.
Grasping a clear glimpse,
Of figures unknown.
Oblivious to stature,
In a world of such heights.
With an instinct to survive.
For today’s prompt, write a water poem. Life depends upon water, so there are any number of ways to write this prompt.
Little feet traipsing
Upon the soggy green
Blades of grass between their toes
Muddy earthworms, unseen
Bouncy, pouncy, springing forth
In the summer heat
From garden hose stream
Rainbows created by
Suns’s strong beams
Children’s spirits set agleam
Love, a crystal river ever flowing,
Graceful streams of beautiful clarity.
In true form it progresses unabated,
From, and to, an infinite eternity.
Broken trust, a stone-upon-stone laid dam,
Hindering what should be natural movement.
Built by the hands of harmful betrayals,
Once closed and carefree eyes are now vigilant.
The dam must be destroyed,
Brick by vicious brick if need be.
The crystal river is still vibrantly alive.
Love wholly again and break free…
Shallowly below the surface
Water gently swaying from movement
Liquid veil covers surrendered ears
Altering, yet not tainting the music
Piano keys stroked with care
Gentle runs, emphasis upon each note
Volume increasing, tempo slows
All heard as echoes under watery cloak
Upon placid glass
Sun rays peek through
The atmosphericly overcast
United by silhouettes
A moment of perfection captured
Through a searching lens
Amazing picture obtained by a blog I follow closely. His images often speak to me. Can check him out at:
I have written two other pieces based on his art:
Gonna need his own category soon!
Small ripples steal away placidity,
Slight as they are.
They’re enough to disrupt,
And from peace, disbar.
Gentle waves excite,
Once dull, still waters.
Awakening the lifeless from slumber,
Bringing purification and order.
Unable to remain still,
To remain at all.
No longer slow undercurrents,
Now a surface war.
Desired motion upon the motionless,
Attracting visual senses to beauty.
Convincing it’s worthy of attention,
When it might otherwise not be seen.