sky
gyring
black
wings
orbit
time
limnants
of trees
share
vast
endless
secrets
a flash
of red
a blue
call
a rustling
of brown
Somewhat on prompt for NaPoWriMo. The lines of the poem are short, and there’s an invented word.
surveillance
K.
lines that aim to be
K. 
I like this, especially the final stanza. It’s an all-round sensory poem.
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Thanks Jane. That final stanza was always there. I fiddled with the others.
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That’s poetry.
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This prompt was your kind of prompt. I agree with Jane, very sensory.
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Thanks Punam.
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this is so joyful, thanks!
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Thanks Kate.
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How perfect a word is “limnants”… Also, in the top painting, I love how stars appeared for you (accidentally?) in the night sky. A marvelously all-encompassing scene, just like the poem.
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Thanks Sun. That top painting is mostly accident, as all my mandala watercolors are. Even from wet to dry new things appear and disappear. Also, I originally painted it upside down from the way I put it here, which worked for the original post. Art is endlessly malleable (and surprising).
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The blue jay in the last piece of art is so very beautiful! And your words and art mesh perfectly!
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Thanks Muri!
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Echoing all the comments above–a good prompt for you. I love limnants, and “black wings orbit time.” Beautiful art–love the blue bird.
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Thanks Merril. There’s not as much clarity in that bird painting as I wanted, but it had the right feeling.
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You’re welcome.
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Beautiful words to art and art to words.
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Thanks Manja. I always hope they complement each other.
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