(a small detour from my beloved Tales of the Tuatha )
A few impressions from my evening walk
Solitude is noisy.
Senses alert
Wind humming
and leaves pattering,
Swoosh of heron wings
on a mirror that shivers silver,
and beats a rhythmic lap
against the patient little bark,
Graciously singing her neglect
seagulls dip and dive,
the tide moves back,
An empty doorway screams silently,
and desolation whispers enough
just as the sun breaks through,
and we become particles of light
suspended in the dance.
(Infra red study)
Beautiful words and photography!
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thanks for visiting Caitlin!!!
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Your poetry and photography blend my thoughts into a serene storm of sorts. There is so much to read and see and feel and just know. Just beautiful!
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thank you so much Em. Your thoughts always inspire me!!
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As do yours.
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Wow! I read this holding my breath, literally. I especially like “on a mirror that shivers silver,/ and beats a rhythmic lap/ against the patient little bark”. Absolutely wonderful!
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Thank you Lizzie!! You wizard of words!!
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Wonderful words and images 🙂
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thanks Robyn!! I’m happy you visited!!!
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Your site is lovely Cybele… So much to see and read. I’ll be back for sure.
Thanks for visiting me also 🙂
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