Mississippi

She flows,
unapologetic of her girth,
does not flinch
at barges scoring her surface,
nor paddle boats laden with curiosity.

Confident in her fluidity,
she bears the secrets of life –
the sludge of our humanity in her belly –
stirs the minds of merchants, and children,
tolerates those who gather at her banks.

The final word is hers; she knows
no boundaries can contain her wrath –
still waters rise and spill –
she is a dragon –
nature’s force,
and she is magnificent.

(Originally penned November, 2017. Edited here.   Image is a watercolour view of from our RV site. Linked to V.J’s weekly challenge:  river. )

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In Praise of Watercolour

Art, like a compass,
guides my soul – watercolour
inspiring life force.

(Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge:  art & compass.  The image is a piece I recently started.  It did not turn out so well, but I like the idea. Maybe I’ll start again. Also, I’m linking up to dVerse poetics, which tonight is all about journeys.  Since I don’t leave the house very often, and when I do, my husband is driving, my journeys these days are more ethereal – into the realm of imagination.)

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