My dear friend, Chuck Lindholm, known to many of you as The Reluctant Poet, who tirelessly shares our works on his site, made a wonderful suggestion that we collaborate on another poem together. A duet was the term he used and I liked the sound of that.
This is what we came up with. I do hope you enjoy it.
The sky awash with hues of cerulean, turquoise and indigo Reflecting my ever changing moods Bright and expectant falling silent with deep thoughts Followed by stillness as the blues turn darker Subtle changes in colors Collaborating Sweeping the expanse Carrying my musings to another dimension
You have bathed me Soothed me Drank my tears and carried me away on your fierce current You have given me your frozen surface so I might skate in the moonlight Your magical existence changes colors with the sun From morning golden pond to shimmering diamonds as twilight claims the day ~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am deep like my sometimes still waters Beneath my surface in its dark mystery live creatures you never see and plants that need no light from the sun Replenished by constant heavy rains I sometimes swell to my limits and crest Breaking my banks and then I am not loved
Amaya is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and she has prompted us as follows: Tonight, I challenge you to a two-part prompt. Write a poem using apostrophe, and you can name your object/recipient, or choose to be more cryptic than declaring, “O Love…” for instance. This part is optional, or you can skip the first part and just share this portion. Write a response from the perspective of your object/recipient, which will in essence also use apostrophe.
In the stillness of the morning I see her again The woman in black Standing on the rocks in silence Staring at the sea motionless The breeze lifting her hair and leaving it to tousle about her shoulders Whenever I come at this time she is there Never acknowledging my presence Absorbed in her thoughts and quietness I smile nervously but she looks through me As if I were transparent I speak but she does not hear It was then I realized I was looking at myself The woman in black was me My head was always in the future instead of being in the present I was mourning the loss of something I would never have unless I started living