A Whisper in the Mist

A Whisper in the Mist

The voice of a lifetime, yours,
calling to me through the years.
Some would say it’s a roar.
That’s hard to deny, but
it can also be a whisper.

Those moments beside your brink,
wrapped in my father’s arms.
Your mist reaching out
to gently caress my cheek, a whisper
even there beside your might.

Floating, bobbing in the current
at your base, you towering above,
your sound drowning out
all else, while we drown
in the torrents you rain upon us.

A bright summer day, standing
beside you, drinking in the rainbow
held in the mist that embraces us,
a whisper within the roar that speaks
all languages to all visitors.

Even now, a thousand miles away,
I hear that whisper, your call to me.
I take any opportunity to travel,
to stand beside you, to continue
the conversation of a lifetime.

I’ve read many responses to “earthweal weekly challenge,” but this poem is my first time participating. To quote earthweal weekly challenge: NATURAL FORCES:
Personify, magnify, glorify nature… How have natural forces shaped you?

~ One of my earliest visits to Niagara Falls ~
~ The view from the deck of The Maid of the Mist, at Niagara Falls ~
~ Visiting Niagara Falls with my wife ~

Light Seen in Colors ~ haibun

Light Seen in Colors

For most of my life, I lived within ten miles of one of the most magnificent bodies of water known to man. Its combination of splendor and power never ceases to amaze me, though I’ve visited it hundreds of times. I see it far less often since moving away eight years ago, but seeing it this month for the first time in nearly a year was no different. From the rush and fury of the rapids above the falls to the roar of the water as it tumbles beyond the crest to the gorge below, the Niagara River at Niagara Falls once again took my breath away.

chilly mist
light seen in colors
sailing gulls

This haibun is my response to Haibun Monday: Being But Human,
from Kim at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, with the prompt to write a haibun
inspired by a moment “in nature that left you with a sense of wonder or awe.”

Image: Niagara Falls – 10 November 2020
(click image for larger view in new tab)

Rising Falls ~ cascade

Rising Falls

Beside the vast and rushing waters,
Within the cascade’s swirling mist
I marvel at a wondrous scene

Rising moon in amber splendor
A welcome sight this summer’s eve
Beside the vast and rushing waters

Contemplating nature’s wonders
Thoughts consumed by roaring thunder
Within the cascade’s swirling mist

Embracing this gift of nature
This beauty before my eyes
I marvel at a wondrous scene

Since I missed Poetics: Cascade at dVerse from Amaya (Gospel Isosceles), I’m linking this to Open Link Night #240. The original prompt asks that we write a poem using the word “cascade,” with an optional prompt of using the cascade form of poetry. Coincidentally, I was introduced to this form by Jane Dougherty three years ago, when she suggested using the form with the word “cascade.” I wrote two responses at that time, here and here.

The Photographer’s Ephemeris shows the direction of sunrise, sunset, moon rise, and moon set for any point on a map. For this photo, I crossed the border and took the shot from the Canadian side of the gorge at Niagara Falls.

Cascade ~ four (or more) three-line stanzas, with no set meter or rhyme
~ three lines of the first verse used successively as last lines of following verses
~ line pattern A/B/C, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C, (j/k/D, etc.)
~ longer poems may be created by having a longer first verse

Traveling Farther

Traveling Farther

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The Fort Niagara Lighthouse, Youngstown, NY

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The ramparts of Fort Niagara

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Just passing by
(Canada Geese)

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Beach glass from the Lake Ontario shore

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The rapids above the American Falls at Niagara Falls, NY

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American Falls (foreground) and Horseshoe Falls (background)

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The Horseshoe Falls, seen from the observation tower at Niagara Falls, NY

Ken G.