“Surging”
The form of this stone suggests movement or energy as it progresses on its journey. Where it has been and where it is going remain a mystery. In this orientation, it can suggest many options, including a boat or a canoe with the paddler hunched over as it surges forward.
“Surging”
rising and falling
the winter winds
all day long
David McMurray, Japan
white breath
rising and falling
mountains sleep
David McMurray, Japan
twilight’s depth
an upturned canoe
silts the oar
Joanna Ashwell, UK
what can I say
of a winter journey…
the long shadow
of a stones surge
cradling starlight
Joanna Ashwell, UK
above
the mountain
a spiraling galaxy
counting limitless stars
until i fall asleep
Pamela A. Babusci
mountain viewing
i abandon
the moon
Pamela A. Babusci
wallowing in a trough
the galleon rises on the next swell
ocean tempest
Sherri J Moye-Dombrosky, USA
the heart beats
sending blood surging through
veins and arteries…life
Sherri J Moye-Dombrosky, USA
below the wounded clouds
a stone boat
in the path of sunlight
Ernesto P. Santiago, The Philippines
star on the angle
of light it is in
a surging stone
Ernesto P. Santiago, The Philippines
rolling
onto its back…
something trusts me
Tony Williams, UK
because the sea—
my breath arrives
in waves
Tony Williams, UK
meandering through
the village alley
floodwater
fading all at once
the childhood laughter
Hifsa Ashraf, Pakistan
returning home
a labyrinth
of the old trails
Hifsa Ashraf, Pakistan
left in a mound
by the desert wind
snakeskin
I too will leave
my past behind
Margaret Tau, USA
after the war
will the kids remember
playdays
a baseball mitt
unearthed from the rubble
Margaret Tau, USA
traction—
the indelible footsteps of
morning starlight
Sheikha A., United Arab Emirates
beachcombing
fossils of fallen stars
for show and tell
Sheikha A., United Arab Emirates
a resting lullaby
fossils formed
within crevices
Katherine E Winnick, UK
wallowing
his head nestled
in broadening shoulders
a pond of stillness
above his chest
Katherine E Winnick, UK
mountain bathing the sound of silence
Corine Timmer, Portugal
a little lake
in the palm of
the mountain…
I make peace with
my own reflection
Corine Timmer, Portugal
even a bird
builds his nest
I never own a hut
Tejendra Sherchan, Nepal
oh, my canoe!
take me to the island
of a love
Tejendra Sherchan, Nepal
surging surf…
tinsel on thatch
summer sun
Monica Kakkar, India & USA
pitter-patter…
paddling past
planted paddies
Monica Kakkar, India & USA
