I observe in the sea it’s platitudes It’s calming roll It’s restful waves
of the sea I perceive shallow altitudes a horizontal view and it’s lack of depth too
for you can’t see below the surface and you can’t see beyond the blue you can’t see the forest for the trees because there are no trees to view
the sandy strand is featureless the rocky shore is hard the only things admirable above water and sand are those artefacts made of man’s hands
so give me the land on any day three dimensional in every way and I’ll show you something to truly explore such a visible nature there is always more
certainly the sea has its underworld it’s depths it’s animals it’s vegetation beneath but to spend time there is the wrong environment for we mammals with an air breathing requirement
so give me the countryside mountains and plains give me river valleys deep lush from rain give me woodlands or jungle vibrant with life and colour give me diverse deserts never the same as each other
It is the rugged mountain landscape that reflects my heart from great heights I watch over every part the pinnacles are the summit of my aspiration valleys are where I pause for consideration and revelation water scoured gullies have carved their scars onto my soul but the long deep range sustains and heals my whole
open rolling plains broad flat and wide are where the scope of my vision emerges from inside where I can see from horizon to horizon nothing impedes my hopes here my future can be spun I absorb the beauty of each day each morning and evening sun from each creature or blade each single tree or forest watching and observing for new opportunities to enlist
along waterways I explore the wilder places I adore where raging tempest or placid calm invoke irrepressible desires for more like the fluid medium within me water of my life clean water fills all empty spaces with relief and ocean depths teem with the origins of my genes where all futures were created as a multiverse of dreams
This week the dVerse poetics prompt from Dora was to incorporate a landscape or cityscape into your poetry that either mirrors or amplifies your interior landscape (or lack thereof).
This is a fantastic day walk in the Victoria High County near Mansfield. Autumn laid on a delightful smorgasbord of wildflowers and clear skies. For the full map, photos and description see my online publication here: https://walkingmaps.com.au/walk/5822
Mountains stand above valley and plain ranging over extensive stage mountains never look the same mountains turn many a page cloaked white in winter's fog and snow clad in the green shades of spring baked by summer’s hot yellow sun in autumn’s many colours seen softened by forest leaf en masse capped with crags of hardened stone eternally surveying woodland and grass water and desert from lofty throne
Mountains old
worn down
by time and weather
Peaks
smoothed
Summits
rounded
Rocks
broken to
new
beginnings
Stones to gravel
sand to granules
dust to mud
growth to decay
decay to soil
Inclined to
slippage
Declined to
fertility
Treacherous
nurturing
home of the
tenacious
Boon to the
potency
of flood plains
Mountains old
are so much more alive
than the hard
sharp ridges
and strewn
craggy defiles
of the young
