photography – Page 10 – One Woman's Quest

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.)

Interaction

Curiosity, it seems,
flows both ways –
as I adjust focus
so too, do you –
can’t help but wonder
if the takeaway joy
also flows both ways.

(In response to Paul Vincent Cannon’s poem: Her Gift Remains.
V.J.’s weekly challenge is response. Image is from personal collection.)

Thaw

Frozen surfaces
linger, defy offered warmth –
heart afraid to thaw.

(For Reena’s Exploration challenge #84)

Rocks

The Canadian Shield,
where rugged pines stretch,
reach for endless skies,
taking root in rocky shores.

We set boulders
in our gardens – anchors
against untimely storms,
or reminders of endurance
when all else falls away.

Even the satisfying crunch
of stones along the path
fascinate – variance of colours
and forms, like art – promising
undiscovered treasures.

(Rocks first appeared on One Woman’s Quest II, and was in response to a photo challenge. I have edited it here.)

Sunrise

Morning light,
guiding radiance…

No clouds, nor entanglements
darken your purpose –

radiance equating with hope.

(Image from personal collection.)

As Water Flows

Water flows, and my mind wanders,
relinquishing thoughts and worries.

Water flows, and I surrender
to the blessing of life’s journey.

Water flows, and I acknowledge
the fluidity of emotions, change.

Water flows, and I experience
the continuum of life’s cycles.

(It is Springtime here in SW Ontario, and this is the first morning since we returned that I could get out and photograph one of my favourite places. I wrote the poem some time ago, and revised here to fit the image. That’s my shadow on the water’s surface.)