Emerging from 30 days of poetry, words eluded me. I looked outside for inspiration. With my camera in hand, I captured the natural meaning of the word saturated.
After three days of incessant rain, I am saturated.
The ground below is just a shadow.
My words are hiding there.
Fern glistens in the emerging sun.
Beauty finds me
Like these lizards,
face to face
puff up and show their true colors,
I dive back in,
searching for the light.
When I am not even trying, poetry finds me. In reflection of her month-long poem-a-day writing, Violet Nesdoly posted this quote from Annie Dillard.
Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe and find ashes. – Annie Dillard
I turn to poetry when I feel inadequate. When I’m not sure what to write, creating a verse moves me forward. So here I am again, no challenge, no poem-a-day, just me, opening the page, and giving freely, so my writing will not turn to ashes.