From dragonflies to swallows; from great blue heron to bald eagle; this winding river offers sights that take my mind on flights of fancy. Although my passage is never as graceful as theirs, I glide across the water with a paddle as my wings and take in the beauty that surrounds me. Past limestone bluffs with distinctive faces that talk of the mystery of time, beside shoals that hold stone tools from the past, to the passage of time itself as I pass beneath lush, overhanging branches in midsummer that become graceful lines in winter. With nature as my companion, my thoughts take wing.
damselfly in flight bass jumps out of the water lands with a big splash waves roll out in a circle create ripples in my mind
Where is it that I’m headed paddling these waters? Is there any direction? Do I merely wander?
Although no simple answer, it is a simple choice. When I’m upon these waters I hear my inner voice.
The quiet I encounter, in spite of gay songbirds, allows my thoughts to wander, I have, by this time, learned.
Each time I raise my paddle upon this placid stream, I find my true direction is closer than it seems.
This poem is my response to Meeting the Bar: Soliloquy, the prompt from Victoria at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to write a soliloquy, giving a glimpse of inner thoughts and feelings, such as emotions, plans, and desires. I’ve tried to include some examples of poetic device as requested, by using rhyme or near-rhyme and loose meter.
Image: Ellicott Creek, Amherst New York (click image for larger view in new tab)
Thoughts pass one to another, flowing in a manner that brings to mind a vision of a stream, its clarity a marvel unsurpassed, its course unquestioned, revealed in the direction a mind will take it, a mind perceives it.
Thus is an idea born.
This poem is my response to Quadrille #132 Your Poem Theme: Stream, the prompt from De Jackson at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use a form of the word stream in a 44-word poem, with no required meter or rhyme.
Corralling my thoughts is
a delicate balancing act.
Because some seem lighter
than others, does that give them
less weight? Random as they seem,
there is a pattern to them.
Willing to take flight
at any moment, no small scale
will contain them. This is no flight
of fancy. My sanity relies on
setting them free, and only I
hold the key.