Winds blow…Skies darken
(My soul in unrest)
Temperatures rise…Sun parches
(A thirst unquenched)
Ground breaks open
(I have no restraint)
Mountains melt away
(Swimming in my plaint)
Valleys carved in the crevices
(I hear laughing waters)
Oceans have space to spread their hysteria
(Emotions release unchartered)
Then sleep soundly cradled by its own rhythm
(New hope is found)
The earth and I change with each storm
Unique beauty is born
dVerse prompt is Ekphrasis poetry. Being inspired by a piece of art. These beautiful paintings are from Fay Collins of England.
Please forgive the erratic spacing.
mehflowers 
I love your use of parenthesis to distinguish your “I” from the world, and the way your sensations and the world’s echo each other. And that final pair of lines is very fine. It’s nice to see a sequence of paintings used, as well. Thank you for sharing with us.
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Thank you. A challenging prompt. No inspiration came till I saw them as a whole.
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Nice line: “The earth and I change with each storm”
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Thank you Frank!
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Yes, how we change with our seasonal environment, growing as we do. Love your words.
Anna :o]
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Thank you!
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Love the progression from darkness into light (hope)… the sequence of the pictures match it well.
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Thank you!
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There is good, and bad in every season.
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Yes, I want one that is all good!!! Thank you!
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It was like listening to a conversation ~ Love this part specially:
(I hear laughing waters)
Oceans have space to spread their hysteria
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Thank you Grace!
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I like how you wrote on a theme which fit a group of Fay’s paintings…last two lines are excellent wrap.
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Thank you Lynn!
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I especially love “…The earth and I change with each storm…” So true!
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