Natural beautyÂ
stops the heart, disrupts breathing
instills reverence.
(Photograph taken in Arizona at the Bryce Thompson Arboretum State Park last Spring. Â Modified with Befunky.com. Â Submitted here for Manic Mondays 3 way prompt: reverence.)
Natural beautyÂ
stops the heart, disrupts breathing
instills reverence.
(Photograph taken in Arizona at the Bryce Thompson Arboretum State Park last Spring. Â Modified with Befunky.com. Â Submitted here for Manic Mondays 3 way prompt: reverence.)
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. Â Image is a watercolour view of from our RV site. Linked to V.J’s weekly challenge: Â river. )

Art, like a compass,
guides my soul – watercolour
inspiring life force.
(Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: Â art & compass. Â The image is a piece I recently started. Â 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. Â 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.)
