Trifecta Anniversary Challenge – Black Book

Charts and optimal dates and preferential temperatures. One line or two. As if she could summon whatever it is that makes up the human soul as easily as she could a cab on a busy New York avenue.

There had to be an easier way, but if there was, she hadn’t discovered it. So Brid kept notes. A little black book filled not with names and seven digits, but with the passage of time.

Not my usual fare, obviously, but I accepted the challenge of to pair with someone for Trifecta’s anniversary, and this is my part. The prompt is the first part, in italics. We were challenged to continue the story. My partner is kgwaite, and I can’t wait to see her continuation!

“The Voice of Nature”

Quietly they wander the woods
straying from the rocky shore
where majestic eagles stand watch
to explore deeper within.
Although the season sings of death
all around them is new
they are reborn to their natural souls
Fallen trunks and trickling brooks
do not speak of loss
to these wanderers
but of renewal and hope.
Together they travel
ignoring walls of logic
instead allowing knowing to bloom
listening to the voice of nature.

Inspired by the season, by my life, and by the words found at this weeks Sunday Whirl.

“Muse Light”

Crisp autumn makes time stand still
The thrill of earth’s might
Wheel turning to winter’s dark
A spark of dying light
Draws me to write
My muse’s fancy fulfilled

This piece is an experiment in a stanza form created by a poet named Louis Macniece, and was brought to us by With Real Toads’ Sunday Mini-Challenge this weekend. I’ve given it a shot, and found it a bit hard to do, but I think I was successful.