Truth and Myth
Incandescent miniature–
the sun caught in a wave
bobs up and down, drowning, reborn, a small god
ignored by garrulous geese and laughing gulls
who punctuate the sky with white-feather questions–
but the spotted deer, stoops his head at the shore,
glows as he sips the splendor.
I saw “incandescent miniature” in Jane’s Random Words, and this image popped into my head. I’ll have to use more words in another poem. I shared this poem with Top Tweet Tuesday.
I’m hosting dVerse Poetics today, so I’ll be back later!
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Beautiful image and the words go remarkably hand in hand…really enjoyed reading
Thank you very much!
Such a wonderful picture you paint with your words.
So beautiful, Merril! 💙
Thank you, Punam!💙
You are so welcome.
I like how the poem and the image work together. Oddly enough, the image that flashed into my mind when I read “incandescent miniature” was that of a little girl.
Thank you, Liz! I found the photo after.
Well, a miniature is a portrait, so not that odd–you’ll have to write your own poem. 😊
You’re welcome, Merril! 🙂
Well, you know I like this…
Thank you! 💙
What a luminous picture you have painted! (K)
Thank you so much, Kerfe!
A fine combination – the photographic image and the poetic imagery
Thank you very much, Derrick!
We could all take a cue from this deer! Great word choice, Merril 😊
Thank you so much, Ingrid! 🙂
We should all remember to ‘sip the splendor’ of life!
Indeed! Thank you so much!
Such beautiful imagery, Merril. Sip the splendour, indeed.
Thank you very much, Dale! 💙
I’m trying to catch up while I’m trying to get my muse to cooperate while I’m trying to find energy… Lawsy…
Well, I appreciate your effort! 😊
So glad you do! 💞
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