Awakenings

At dversepoets.com today, Bjorn asks us to write or paint with words of impressionism in art, where the essence of the subject is brought out with light and brush strokes that draw us in. There is a freshness about the art that is easy on the eye and evokes strong emotions.

                                                                                              by Jean Mannheim

Emerging gracefully from 

around a grey corner,

spring arrives at a bleak time,

taking to task for 

not leaving sooner, hail, and
winter's slippery grime

 - where maroon vines of heartache 

now creep,
Spring bliss will line the street

birds trill in concert
with stained glass chimes

Still, hands reach for other hands 

to grasp; arms stretch for 

other arms to hold

Pink snow appears all around;

light plays with slender
beams of gold

White wisps of cotton ridges
dab the sky, breezes nudge
dreamers 

longing for softer days,
to stroll heathered paths

looking for the one thing that 

really matters
Removing her hat to let
sun kindle her cheeks,

she drops easily to the ground,

sensing awakenings 

Braced by one elbow,

she rests on rounded side in
a green grassy lea
 She waits for
flowers
to fill her garden bed 

After all,
Spring is appreciated

I carry secrets...

I carry secrets:
whispered messages 
from distant flaxen shores
ebbing in faint aqua tides

turned and retold
in watery grooves of sand

Energy connecting waves 
sing verses of the sea,

nourishing my poor soul, 
returning you to me
and me to you

 In ocean's lulling foam
beneath beaming rays of sun

 laurels float about my head..
brackish marine life
clings to my nakedness 
my feet become the stern

Life moving in 
and out of me

turning me inside out
willing I am to be
a prodigious vessel
patroness
empirical link to 
the cosmos' 
natural harmony

by klr

Today Kelvin at dversepoets.com has introduced several of his drawings to inspire us to write descriptively..not hard to do on a day where the the sun is out and one is in the writing mood ,,,

Random impressions of a river....

The following is in response to the request by Claudia of dVerse.com to write an impressionistic piece, creating the atmosphere or surroundings of a given time, writing quickly, not worrying about too many details, conveying the mood of the setting....fresh in my mind was last evening's get together of friends on a small deck overlooking a tributary that flows into the larger Columbia River:

Afternoon sun played through the branches

 of tall firs bordering the river.  

For lack of deep water to swing into, the old rubber tire hung by a hefty rope and

 the swimming hole across from us - abandoned 

yet looked so inviting.. 

River narrow at this point, shadows cast the

 darkest dark green on the water.

Shimmery sun spattered leaves spun light around, like small mirrors falling on the river surface. 

Rapids heard down stream, beyond a wide bed of rocks,  more exposed

 these summer days.  

More visible meant easier to find agates

 churned, culled over to a polish

 by the currents, recovered by scavengers;  some gold and clear, others cloudy with green and blue layers; some a pearly white or mottled, oddly shaped - 

thunder eggs

Many such found rocks line the wooden deck 

of the one bedroom cabin, 

 Collections found before in baskets, a home-made coffee table indoors.  The retreat is restful and cozy, with scents of pine and clover; flower boxes decorate steps,

 inner tubes at hand.

Making the short hike up and down easier, 

dirt paths angle back and forth,

 protruding bare roots provide steps on trails through trimmed arcs of branches. 

Through the small gorge, dusk sends a breeze;

  dabs of color dash across the other side

 Creativity and character define the surroundings 

 Reading's the main pastime
Conversations and stories take over,  pouring glasses of red wine

Paintings of Indian maidens adorn the walls.
Schnauzers snore quietly

Peering through darkening trees in a navy night sky
a waxing moon greets us
Unable to stop time from advancing,
at least it moved slowly for awhile
- for some friends 

 -

by klr