photography – Page 10 – One Woman's Quest

River Listens

Bring my bundled troubles
to the riverside, still and quiet,
she listens, no judgment

Stay calm, she whispers,
change is coming, it always is,
this time will pass.

Know she is right –
she’s never lied to me yet –
walk away lighter.

Looking Back

Years when children,
perpetually in motion,
required a referee –
Mom’s energy replete

so ephemeral now –
time having vanished,
weariness lingering,
savouring memory blurs.

(Inspired by my grandchildren, and the prompts of Ragtag Community: ephemeral, and Fandango: referee. Image from personal collection.)

Magic Sunshine

Sunshine, you magician,
adding sparkle to my view,
painting the cloudless sky
a dazzling shade of blue –
favoured by your golden rays
we all take on a glowing hue.

(Tuesday, I will borrow a poem from Twitter. Visit me @Vjknutson)

Promised

What life tears apart
nature mends – cyclical flow,
divinely decreed.

(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: rip/mend)
Image from personal collection.

Sanctuary

Make blanket of green bough
our secret sanctuary – eden –
as squirrels watch
and animals rustle,
feel the purely bucolic,
leave cloudy noon,
come & give,
don a shine.

(Fridays are for Magnetic Poetry online. Give it a try. Image from personal collection.)

Even Colourless, Still a Flower

The softness of petals,
such a glorious curve,
even colourless, floral
fragrance has verve –

For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Flower of any kind.

Emboldened

Subtlety unknown,
Spring’s repertoire bold and bright –
soul responds in kind.

Beholder

(Inspired by Ragtag Community’s prompt: sumptuous, and Fandango’s: common)

Aged

Even in the waning times –
memories of youth fading –
there are traces of a personality,
hints of the contours
of a life well-sculpted,
having weathered all that
the years dared challenge.

Needing a Sign

Restlessness accompanies me
on the sojourn today –
unfazed by ripe red
belly of robin,
or shimmering emerald
of breeding merganser’s crown.

My lens seeks out decay –
rotting wood, darkened cavities –
as if my soul craves reassurance
that life persists even where death
hovers – I need a sign.

Discontent, I move on –
drive the river road,
snail pace – praying for
something to shake
this malaise –
birds come and go,
trees radiate Spring green,
I pause, unmoved.

And then I spot it –
across the river, high up –
a massive hulk –
lens raises, adjusts, snaps –
the regal hunter turns towards me,
regards me with ferocious intensity,
does not falter on his perch –

All-seeing, fearless,
he is spirit-manifested,
a messenger, lifting me
from stagnation –
momentary redemption.

(Linking up with my weekly challenge: in-between.)