the snow melts and slides
back to liquid
released from solidity
seen from below
the tugs look embroidered
onto the surface of the bay
tiny on that big water
fed by sixteen rivers
this is how the bay breathes
exhaling toward seaweed,
salinity, seals, and sharks
this is how the new
supersedes the old
awaiting evaporation
to be a mist rising
above its brothers
then a cloud, then snow
* * * * *
This poem was written in response to Wordle 3 at a wordling whirl of Sundays.
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I love how you used ’embroidered’ in this poem. That was a hard one.
Thanks, Tilly. I agree; that was a hard one.
Richard
The full cycle of a moment in time – excellent!
Anna :o]
Anna, thanks. Glad you picked up on the cycle theme; I was hoping it showed through.
Richard
Your poem is like a masterpiece of a watercolour painting. I loved it.
Viv, thank you. I love the idea of thinking of this poem as a series of watercolours. Lovely.
Richard
How did I miss this one, earlier this month!? Excellent use of the wordle words, Richard. I love how your poems envelope me…transporting me to the scene within them.
Paul, thanks. I’m glad you discovered it. It’s hard to keep up, isn’t it. I like how visual this one is.
Richard