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. Â Visit me @Vjknutson)
Category: photography
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. Â Give it a try. Â 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: Â 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: Â 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: Â Her Gift Remains.
V.J.’s weekly challenge is response. Â Image is from personal collection.)
Thaw
Frozen surfaces
linger, defy offered warmth –
heart afraid to thaw.
(For Reena’s Exploration challenge #84)
