I sit on my deck,
cup of lavender tea in hand
and listen to the plangent call
of mourning doves.
I hear the wind roar
through our towering
and stand in awe.
I see the lambent end of day
as sun descends behind mountain’s crest,
morphing our valley’s verdant concavity
into opulent ambers and golds with its radiance.
I watch as crows
fly into the forest to roost,
their incantatory cawing
calling the rest of their crowd home.
I ruminate on the meaning,
the purpose, of life.
This is the moment
when my mind oscillates
from doubt to faith,
from faith to doubt,
and back again.
obfuscates my skepticism;
the concatenation of human suffering and natural beauty
*Note: I participated in a phenomenal writing workshop a while back. Our facilitator presented us with a list of fourteen words—some common, some not so common—to incorporate into a story or poem of our own making. See if you can identify them in my poem. (Hint: look for 4 adjectives, 4 verbs, 6 nouns.)
Bravo to you, Carole!!! Having been in that same writing workshop, and a participant in the “fourteen-word phenomenon,” I can only say this is so beautifully evocative, complemented by its picture, that I hope you will share it with our facilitator, as well as the other writers. They deserve to read it and remember our writing session that day.
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Thanks, Arlene for all your kind words. That was one heck of an exercise, wasn’t it? I can’t believe how it evolved.
Very nice–both the poem and the photo!
Thank you, Leslie.