Thanks to Colleen M. Chesebro for this challenge, which explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Annette Rochelle Aben has provided the photo for this month’s challenge.
Yellow joy lures The song of spring is chiming New dreams awaken. ~
This hill regales my muse every single day, each waking moment. It is visible from my living room and the moment it changes its mood, I rush out to capture it.
All these pictures have been taken from my patio. Sometimes I go downstairs to capture a closer look, to smile with Mother Nature and celebrate her moods.
The book in my dream pipe right now is a collection of micro-poetry: Haiku, Tanka and acrostic poems.
A beautiful glow Permeates through bare branches Glorious dawn delight! ~
Hope sleeps on clouds Drifts with their rolling rings Conjuring its own path ~
Misty morning carries Messages of new mysteries Unmapped paths beckon ~
Celestial art charms When clouds drape colors Joyful moments tarry ~
“Welcome home,” I hope your adventures are no longer alluring for you.
“Please don’t close that door,” she sprawled on the couch, hardly paying any attention to my smile.
A cold sweep almost knocked me over, and I closed the door.
“Do you want to asphyxiate me?” She leaped toward the French window to get out into the patio and collapsed on the loveseat.
Teenage tantrums don’t sway me. I buried myself into the murder mystery that was more interesting than her shenanigans.
“I know those thoughts! Don’t mess with me; consider me as your blessing. Don’t try to tie me to your strings.”
I looked up in awe, as she spouted:
I fly with butterflies Colors define my personality Lovebirds emulate me.
I swing on clouds My ochre robe blends with twilight I am ambrosial.
I dance on the waves Water cannot drench me My shimmer could dazzle.
My harp is captivating Its strings are tuned by Nature Its melodies manifold.
I sing with the stars My songs sooth those who care for The sick and deprived.
I can’t be shackled I dwell in the wondrous woods Warbling wistful tunes.
Pixaby images
I break free When you take me into dark alleys I soar beyond bickering.
I regale relationships But can’t get fettered to them Don’t squabble with me.
Your expectations Can’t carve the spectrum of my path I am ethereal.
“Enough of your bluster,” I could merely mumble those words when she whooshed out of the door with the reminder that chiseled poetry book that I had planned, needs my attention.
Many thanks to Diana for the inspiration, initiated by her muse. Click here for the rules and have fun with your muse.
Lately my muse takes pride in poetic conversations. Thank you for reading.
Emotional Shadows 