(Originally posted June 2013)
rhythmic echoes roll
from each spindrift salt breath
exhaled by the sea
(Originally posted June 2013)
rhythmic echoes roll
from each spindrift salt breath
exhaled by the sea
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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Beautiful. It’s like you’re in tune with me as I stroll on the beach.
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alas, yours is real while mine is imaginary – or remembered
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I suspect ‘remembered’ is the best word! How I wish I could transport you here as the tide comes in this evening!
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I want to be right there..right now! Beautiful poem!
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thanks, Irish
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You are very welcome 🙂
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I love the beach it is so peaceful
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it’s the womb-like sounds I think
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beautiful to ponder the ocean as oxygen generator and as a shield helping to protect against uv radiation from space. sounds awesome too, as a companion for walking along or sitting by. pic is coolest.
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thank you kindly
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Positively gorgeous picture!!!! I want to be there 🙂
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I appreciate that, Morgan
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the photo…your lovely words…i feel I AM THERE at the shore…[i live in the countryside of WI–rolling hills, lakes…but not the ocean…I drive to Milwaukee and sit on the shore of Lake Michigan and imagine myself at the Ocean! smile]
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I too am now far from the ocean – this is my memory at work
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Perfection–“salt breath”, yes.
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such is memory – it’s been ages since I was at the beach
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Me too–but memory regarding the ocean never leaves me, never diminishes.
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The vast ocean and the Creator’s masterpiece! Apt description, Paul. Best wishes. Iris
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much appreciated, Iris
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i lov this! i have resolved to live by the coastal waters every winter as my health requires it.
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and what’s good for the body is good for the spirit
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That is so beautifully put! I was transported to the beach!
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thank you most kindly
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great poem and great photo – love your work!!
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thank you most sincerely
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Stones on the beach, getting a wave massage from the ocean.
Lovely photo!
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I’m pleased you liked it, Mary
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Beautifully done.
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many thanks
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So beautiful!!
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thanks kindly
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