You are my ship
that didn't come in,
sailing on the waves
of what might have been...
"I come down to the water to cool my eyes. But everywhere I look I see fire; that which isn't flint is tinder, and the whole world sparks and flames." — Annie Dillard
15 comments:
Beautiful, Blue. You are a talented poet.
A "spatter" poem :-) I love it!
a spatter poem.... that someday might weave itself into a song. that's usually how it goes. :)
beautiful....and i notice, this was taken in Ireland :)
yup.... i backpacked through ireland as a young 'un. that was taken back in the stone age when i actually used film. :)
Absolutely beautiful.
You have such a way with words. What a gift! The shot reminds me of the white cliffs of Dover.
Lovely.
It looks so calm and peaceful. It's beautiful.
P E A C E
utterly haunting.
lovely.
i feel the need to be quiet, to breathe slower.
Are you part Irish? Wonderful mood piece, pulls at my heart strings.
Yes, we saw Martian Child and loved that one too. Also, "All About a Boy" (older one).
Happppyyyy Mom's Day.
yes, colleen, i am... and scotch too.
A lovely and haunting poem, Blue. If you do decide to weave it into a song, I'd love to hear the rest of it.
The photograph fits the poem perfectly--very nice.
u did!!!! it must have been an experience of its kind....care to share more some day??? :)
i may, moi.... i need to scan in more of my pictures from that trip. they are in a yellowing album, along with wildflowers i collected and dried.
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