This canopied road hugs the contour of the mountainside.
To the left, a precipice.
The depth, more than I can put a distance to.
At the bottom, a river tumbles along, chatting in the wind as it goes.
I pause to nourish my soul.
Pat
4/2/24
A moment from my recent trip.
For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt is “Contour”
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Sounds like a wonderful trip
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It was!
Pat
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I enjoyed the descriptive imagery you used in this poem.
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Thank you Nicole, glad you like it.
Pat
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Pat that’s a gorgeous photo with the high land seen between the trees. The poem starts with a pin point and expands. Nice to see you at dVerse again.
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Thank you Lisa. Good to be back, thanks for hosting.
Pat
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You’re welcome, Pat. My pleasure!
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Those precipiced roads can indeed get the heart beating. It looks magical. (K)
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Yes, indeed! Even moreso when its one lane in either direction which this was. It was a great adventure!
Pat
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I love the river chatting in the wind.🙏🏻❤️
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Thanks Melissa
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Amazing blend of shade and light with very compelling poetry Pat.
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Glad you like it. Thanks.
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This is delightful… the line about the “depth” made me shiver a little bit…
~David
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Made me shiver too. Especially when there was another car coming. Glad you enjoyed the read, thank you.
Pat
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