#Torrent #Writephoto #poetry

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Photo Credit: Sue Vincent

The water cleaves the heart of the forest

opening the wound. Forcing its way to freedom

it pours the mud of civilization into her gaping chest

 beating a rhythm  faster than nature

We have forgotten how to move

with her river. How to beat the heart in time

with the flow and not race

speed. We, hasty creatures of greed defined as progress

lament the loss of the free soul. It cries through the open wound

A torrent of tears falling on deafened ears.  Angry men,

too white to remember the goddess inside

stand at the point of the sun and shout anger. Feeble

hands grasping power that was never theirs to hold

while she waits in the shadows, her breast

splaying wide their wound, dripping pain

The drain of life force unstopped

becomes the torrent of fear

and we, its helpless child

grasping to hold

love

For Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt, #torrent

Winter Calling #Calling #writephoto

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Photo Credit: Sue Vincent

Strength reigns through the barren land

of naked limbs exposed to time

Without adornment horns lift the true

self and eyes peer through darkness

to find life in stillness. What would be frozen

softly beats the heart’s calling

stirring the fire inside that never dies

it waits with patience for the touch

of green renewal to shake the cold

world back to life

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For Sue Vincent’s weekly #writephoto challenge. Interestingly, as I sat down to write about her photo, I glanced over at my teacup and noticed I had also chosen a stag/ reindeer for the morning. 

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Stark #Writephoto prompt #SueVincent

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Photo Credit: Sue Vincent

The ever-green is a ruse of defiance

To time that cannot stand still

The bare limbs stark

Bone-gray, curled & broken

Are also a ruse

Of death

Life stirs beneath the surface

Nibbling the nutrients of decay

Yesterday’s brilliant yellow will dim to brown

Fall with the forgotten

Piled into equality

The worm cares not from which tree it falls

Blind to what the eyes see

It feeds on what’s left behind

Recycling the outer

To feed the inner

My contribution to Sue Vincent’s Weekly #writephoto prompt. To participate, please click here