Tag: nature

Window of Opportunity

Window of Opportunity

Seven Pelicans bobbed peacefully
on the gentle movement of bay waters
Sunlight captured on the surface
displaying its sparkling gems 
A cloudless sky and warm breeze
delivered a picture postcard day

A Great Egret stood patiently
beside a dock fisherman
Hungry for his catch
I smiled remembering
our birds show no fear
when it comes to food

As I allowed the beauty of the day
to embrace my body
a dolphin arced in the water
and touched my soul with the sight
These stolen moments at the water’s edge
Seen through my window of opportunity


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Merril is hosting D'Verse tonight and prompted us with "Windows"

Praying Mantis

Praying Mantis

A slow controlled walk across the vast empty space 	
Each step controlled and purposeful
as was she
A solitary creature without distraction 
At one point stopping as if frozen in time
Not a hair on her head moved
Breathing barely visible
Long and slender limbs holding an arched frame
Her green suit blended in to the surroundings as if invisible
She had spotted her prey and watched him carefully
He was unaware of her presence
Oblivious to what she was planning
He turned ever so slightly
realizing she was there
and the mating ritual began
When finished and with the same effortless precision
she devoured him


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Lisa from Tao Talk is hosting D'Verse tonight and has given us the prompt of living
things - animals, mammals, insects etc.

Factoid:

A praying mantis is not only carnivorous but a vast majority is also cannibalistic — meaning they will eat others (even of the same species) when they have the chance. So the general advice is to keep praying mantis solitary. They enjoy being on their own and most species don't tolerate any competition.

Clouds – Poem of the Month – April 2023

Clouds

flocculent clouds
puffed in the sky
giant marshmallows
tempting the eye

an east wind moving them
beyond the line of vision
dividing the horizon
with a precise incision

sun covered momentarily
perhaps making a prediction
only to reappear
with courage of its conviction

as twilight arrives
at its inevitable time
Nature’s shift begins
its internal rhyme


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Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse.  I reworked a poem I wrote about 5 years ago.  I wrote it in rhyme as that is how nature sometimes talks to me ☺️

Maidenhair

Maidenhair

Your name is pretty
and describes you well
Maidenhair
You are a fern
Delicate and soft
fluttering in the breeze
In some places you are finicky
and live inside
where it is warm
You are planted in peat-moss soil
and misted with water
But here in the deep south
you are a delightful weed
Strong, low-maintenance
popping up in between concrete cracks
around trees
and pushing up pebbles
You are at home in shady sunshine
Natural and free flowing
and for sale
Nowhere

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Sarah is hosting D'Verse tonight and has prompted us with "Weeds"

Photo by Xuan Min on Unsplash

Fill The Senses

Fill The Senses

Between long shadows
and golden hues of late afternoon sun
The silent movement of gossamer wings
flutter in gentle breezes
A sweet sound of birdsong
echoing through trees

Sparkling diamonds of early morning dew
caught on a spider’s web
A flapping of duck’s wings the only sound
Full moon rising to complete a starry sky
Hooting of a distant owl
Melodic sounds of a river tumbling over rocks

Cool water washing sand from between toes
The rhythmic movement of a boat upon water
Lulling you into sleep
An invitation to fill the senses
Simple wonders bring peace
and soothe a troubled soul


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Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse Poets

When Time Stands Still

When Time Stands Still

It is still early as the sun has barely broken the dawn
Sky, a pale yellow-grey and dew clings tightly to the grass
The early bird yet to waken and give us his morning song
A blanket of silence comforting and welcome
Precious solitude invaluable before facing the day
It is in these moments that time stands still
I am gifted with peace and I give thanks


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Prompts

RDP - Thanks
Stream of Consciousness - Morning
Earthweal - Open Link Weekend
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