Oh how wicked fast these ancient lizards run.
Do they love this rainy weather like I do -
Crash and freaky lightning, rainbow when it’s done?
Seeing makes us pause our steps. Who will go through?
Phone in hand, he waits to let me take some shots.
Off he pounces under plants with water blue.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Sarah is hosting with the theme of rain.
Those whose eyes refuse to see the sunshine will
Not see the moon rise slippery on the waters.
Evenings darken waves on oceans wild or still.
Before that night falls may my fresh eyes see
And not ignore the ancient moon that follows me.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille where Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting with the word “slip”.
I don’t know if you can feel the heat in these photos, but after a few minutes of an hour walk, I felt it. This Thursday I am featuring tercets, especially like those Dante wrote for the Divine Comedy, but when I found out how difficult these were having not only 3 metered lines that rhymed but with no more nor less than 33 syllables for each tercet, I wondered if I could write one. Feeling the heat suddenly the above poem popped out. And I smiled (with relief and gratitude).
Those boxed rectangles with bland colors offer some differentiation but that’s not enough. The white is what’s important not what steps on it to stand out.
Unless those squares let white show through, there’s nothing they can do except to blandly block the view.
But then I heard and understood. It’s not those ghostly squares. They’re the victims. It’s that deathly white itself, the very stuff I thought was pure. I almost didn’t see it. Now I do, burying, as if it could, the light that would shine through.
Birds will nest in time for spring
Water flows and falls
Linked also to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. I have long realized that when my poems get shorter and shorter they become more like nursery rhymes. This past week that realization made me smile all the more.