BelowDark as night
no light from any source.
Of course, all of that will change,
rearrange your perspective.

Give yourself a second.
When soft light slowly builds,
will yourself to see.

Leave the dark behind,
find shapes and colors that abound
underground, within our Earth,
worth each moment spent there.

Where water slips from the ceiling,
healing the open space,
placing columns randomly
beneath our very feet.

Completely hidden spaces
places, like cathedrals in their size.
Memorize the sights,
lights fading as you leave.

This echo poem (first word of each line  echoing – or rhyming – with the end of the previous line) is in response to the optional prompt for Day 6 of National Poetry Writing Month/Global Poetry Writing Month at NaPoWriMo 2017 – to write a poem with more than one way of looking at something.
The photo is a composite of several photos taken at Onondaga Cave State Park, in Missouri.

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Of Tides and Currents

Kayak Moment


distant, yes afar

far from ocean currents

currents running through my mind

minding my random thoughts

thoughtful, and otherwise

wisdom some days present

presently far inland

inland’s only tides

tides of the seasons’ whims


Almost an echo verse, the last line was the first to be written, the rest following from there.
Today is Day Three of NaPoWriMo 2016.
The photo was taken on the Osage River, in Missouri.


Ever Bright

Ever Bright

Dim, perhaps, to the casual eye,
their light near the end,
but bright to any who know
the light within them.

Gone now,
beyond a far horizon,
their light but a memory,
yet, oh so bright, there.


Into the long night
Always dear to us
Passed from view
Would express
Than great sorrow
Being without their light


Traveling again, to pay my respects to another light gone to the long night.

Echoes of Regret

Echoes of Regret

I’d sell you for a song
After love was gone
Would not come to me
Me from the blindness
Would have shown
We’d gone on too long


This is my response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Prompt #18: Echo Verse.  It’s not where my head is these days, but we go where our pens take us.
Echo verse ~ a poem with no set meter or line length, but with an echo of the last syllable (or two) following each line

Image source: MOBILE WALLPAPERS 4 ME (Hey, sometimes we take our pictures where we can find them!)