a world built of stories to dream upon–
paths to follow like rivers to the sea–
ancient horizons that stretch on and on
bordered by waves that mirror wings—a bird
reciprocating every single breath
released to the wind—a sounding, a word,
a sky that keeps its time adrift, at bay–
speaking in unknown tongues, beyond all sound–
silence that pivots both toward and away
For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, an attempt at the dVerse challenge from Laura to use 3 rhyme sets from poet Raymond Garlick in 10 syllable lines. My rhythm is definitely not pentameter, although it is 10 syllabled. I think that requires more distinctly separate lines.
This is my first watercolor in quite awhile, definitely since I moved as I unpacked the paints and brushes just this morning. It felt good to get back to it.
K. 
I like this. You make sense of the words and also the photo.
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Thanks Jane. Any prompt with the word bird is worth trying.
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I thought that too.
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This is perfect for that place and that moment, Kerfe.
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Thanks Sue. As usual there is magic in your photo.
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It was a beautiful moment.
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Beautiful, Kerfe. ❤
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Thanks Diana.
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I especially liked the first tercet with the ancient horizon, the river paths and the world built of stories.
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Thanks Frank. Stories are always a good road to travel.
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A lovely poem. I especially like the last stanza.
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Thanks!
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Beautiful! Paintings And words.
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Thanks Bela.
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This so beautiful, Kerfe. I was flying and drifting along–the silence, the stories, the dreams. . .
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Thanks Merril. We all seem to be returning to the same themesthese days.
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Beautiful post, love the poetry and the art
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Thanks Jude.
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My pleasure
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A liberating pair of works for this period of time, thank you! The feeling of time adrift and at bay is palpable. And I’m so happy you’ve settled enough now to get the brushes out again. Also, in the center of the watercolor, the main break in the clouds, I see a blue eye looking up, alert but dispassionate, at whatever’s coming next.
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Thanks Sun. It’s good to be back. That eye was unintended, but I saw it too.
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I absolutely loved this poem – your imagination flies across the lines and refreshes the rhyme sets – unpredictable and unique. Your watercolour is a real bonus. Thank you for joining the prompt
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Thanks for hosting!
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Love how you made me fly along with your dreams.
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I like that! Thanks Bjorn.
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“…Speaking in unknown tongues, beyond all sound…” that we sense intuitively, open to the invisible vibrations all around us. Hope you are getting nicely settled after your move. Wish you well, Kerfe.
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Thanks Olga. I’m getting to know these 2 rooms very well (but somehow I still can’t find anything)
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Takes time to memorize where everything is. It will come 🙂 I had the same confusion a few years ago. Down-sizing creates some memory glitches.
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Not to mention old age!
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🙂
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The ethereal. That is what I feel reading your words and seeing your art. I float.
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Thanjs Claudia. Art is one way to travel without restrictions.
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I am so happy you are back to painting, Kerfe. A gorgeous poem.
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Lovely painting and words, K.
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Thank you.
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