Caldera View
From high in Hidden Valley
sitting on my friend's lookout
I gaze across the mountain.
The trees in the landscape beyond
merge to become a sea, a blue-green sea
that rolls to a horizon white with cloud.
The clouds become banks of foam
as the wave of the sky rises high.
We gaze up into the curl of the wave
that pauses before toppling over us
and stays, poised and aloft
unfalling for as long as we watch,
while the peaks of the mountain,
down there, are shoreline rocks.
For day 25 of Poems in April at 'imaginary garden with real toads' we are asked for an imagist poem.
Photo of Mt Warning from Public Domain, photographer unknown. (Same view as from my friend's lookout.)
How gorgeously you describe the view here, Rosemary!! ❤️ I love; "The trees in the landscape beyond merge to become a sea, a blue-green sea that rolls to a horizon white with cloud," they really do!❤️
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you can see it too! :)
DeleteThis could be a picture and poem of West Virginia
ReplyDeleteThat's interesting!
DeleteWonderful! I think you nailed the mysticism of imagism.
ReplyDeleteI would never have imagined the rising land as the waves of a sea, but now I look with new eyes.
ReplyDeleteI did exactly as Jung suggested – gazed at it patiently, not trying to jump ahead in my mind, and just allowed it to gradually show me something else.
DeleteI love how you saw the sea in the land... but yes when watched from above it's exactly like that.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully rendered.
ReplyDeleteGoodness, you captured the view with words and I could have envisioned it even without the beautiful photograph.
ReplyDeleteYou described the view so well Rosemary!
ReplyDeleteSuch a gorgeous view, Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteYour vision of what is portrayed in the photo is so filled with your own imagery that it becomes even more breathtaking than it already is.. lovely write.
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