Truth and Myth
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!
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! 💞