You know how sometimes you see an image and then have an urge to play with words; to write them out and feel the sound, the pace, the pause? The rhythm and rhyme?
Today was that day for me. I saw this photo that was taken last summer and the memories of Colorado surfaced.
Below are my efforts to recapture the moment with wordplay.
_________
‘lost in the superimposed budding leaves
on the Colorado trees,
mirrored without purpose
on the windowed and reflective surface;
tress stock still
until
a breeze eases the heat of the sun,
shadowed by the peaks of the Rocky Mountains;
wait, wonder, imagine
with adventurous abandon.’
_________
Until next time,
Jack
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