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.