pretend to be a bird winging
into the breeze, an echo from
everywhere, the world just begun–
pretend to be the dawn singing
disappearing the mist—bringing
clarity, light—pretend to be
swimming the rhythm of the sea–
be moon tides chanting on the air
the stillness of the stone, aware
that life remains—a mystery
I promised Jane Dougherty I would try the decima form, and here’s my first attempt, for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.
When I read Merril Smith’s Monday Morning Musings, yesterday, I was struck by the parallels between her words and mine. When life is too heavy, we look to the sky.
K. 
Lovely, Kerfe. We look to nature and its mysteries. I liked the rhythm of this with the lines flowing and stopping like waves perhaps or a bird swooping.
Thanks for the shoutout. There are a lot of similarities in our poems.
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Somehow I missed your comment last week.
Yes, I was really struck by the parallels. It’s an interesting form–I do mean to try it again.
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I do like this form, Kerfe… and the collage works perfectly.
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Thanks Sue. I’ll be trying it again.
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Beautiful collage and lovely poetry to go with it and the prompt together.
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Thanks Lisa.
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You’re welcome. 😊
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