We are in search of nectar,

But today,

Like magnets 

We cling to a dripping tap

In search of water 

On a hot, hot day. 

© Caro Ness 2015

We crowd together on this plant

Like a monstrous, over-sized flower,

Only when we spread our wings

Is it truly clear what we are

© Caro Ness 2015 

Slender,

Tall,

Hollow,

Green, 

One of many,

I crowd the air itself,

In my effort to reach the sky.

 © Caro Ness 2015 

The sky,

As the sun sinks

At the end of the day,

The horizon appears

As if on fire

And the sky is full

Of crushed raspberry

Blackberry

And blueberry

And the trees black

Like silhouettes.

© Caro Ness 2015

An exercise 

In black and white

Of sight and sound.

If we balance here,

On the black notes,

Can we dive into the

White wall of sound below,

Of riffs, of scales, of arpeggios.

© Caro Ness 2015

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We’d been abandoned,

Long ago,

The house and I.

Yet my first instinct,

Is to my tribe,

So I lie here,

On the doorstep,

Awaiting their return.

© Caro Ness 2015

Finger after finger,

Rank after rank,

Of perfectly purple,

Manicured lavender bushes.

One sense tumbles into another,

As the sight

Brings the smell

Of Provence. 

© Caro Ness 2015

Image: tapiture.com/northman/photography

A study,

In pink, 

In white,

In green,

The lilies,

And the lily pads.

A study,

In geometrics,

In curls,

In ovals,

In scalloped stretch,

Of burgeoning

Growth,

On fine,

Straight stems,

The lilies,

On the lily pads.

© Caro Ness 2015

Image: twinflamesrevolt.wordpress.com

The sun is coming up,

And where its warmth

Touches the earth,

It is transformed

By a path

Of its glow.

© Caro Ness 2015

A kudu silhouetted

Against the setting sun,

Curved horns

Scything the air,

Potent symbol of Africa

© Caro Ness 2015 

Sunset by Muriel Vekemans