Even inside melancholy winds I feel the pace, of your spirit Deciding Not to allow this moment, to frighten I wait for clarity and a clearing Humbly I listen, knowing above all else The battled shore I stand upon You can overcome
Beautiful photo ~ and even though the winds and beach may trigger melancholy, there is always great hope. Your poem brings out this feeling. Sounds like you had a great weekend ~
I agree, for me, melancholy is more of my moment of self reflection. Not necessarily all doom and gloom, but more of a wonderment of where I’ve been and what may be, you know? If that makes sense… I’m glad the photo looks okay. And I’m thrilled you feel hope with this one. I had a weekend of reflection, love and laughter. Nothing better some days. xxx The beach house was gorgeous and you’d be proud of me…I didn’t fall into the channel once. π I did have my share of gin and tonics, so the possibilities were there… π
Very nice, Audith. I picture this warrior trying to get to someone on a beach. But first, he must battle the ocean. Imagine how hard that would be. He wants to get there badly, see.
The battled ground to be overcome. That phrase brings so much to its sonority; like something that ought to happen. A long battle later, some scroched earth and tired Souls finally getting back to rebuild their beauteous lives. It deserves to happen. x
Yes, it ought to happen, yet so much stands in the way. Mostly, our minds. Thank you, my dear. It does deserve to happen. I believe that to be true, yet…we shall see. xx
Yes, errr, well that sounds likely then! Anyway, I know what you mean. You just sound like you’re chatting to your PA there. Xxx anyway, the elypsis is killing me.
John, I’m so glad you could feel the Gulf. Yep, this was it still this morning, as I walked the beach. The long weekend seaside was cold and a bit melancholy, but lovely just the same. A bit warmer today.
A religious standpoint is perfect standpoint, Debbie. The fantasy of a warrior someone is just as lovely. Thank you for seeing both sides. Hope all is well and your weekend a bit warmer. π
Another marvelous beginning.
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You’re always so kind. I appreciate your talented eye. Always xx
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Beautiful photo ~ and even though the winds and beach may trigger melancholy, there is always great hope. Your poem brings out this feeling. Sounds like you had a great weekend ~
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I agree, for me, melancholy is more of my moment of self reflection. Not necessarily all doom and gloom, but more of a wonderment of where I’ve been and what may be, you know? If that makes sense… I’m glad the photo looks okay. And I’m thrilled you feel hope with this one. I had a weekend of reflection, love and laughter. Nothing better some days. xxx The beach house was gorgeous and you’d be proud of me…I didn’t fall into the channel once. π I did have my share of gin and tonics, so the possibilities were there… π
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You are a believer, Aud, and the strength rings clear.
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Yes, and I’m happy to know my belief shines through…I believe in you, too. π
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Very nice, Audith. I picture this warrior trying to get to someone on a beach. But first, he must battle the ocean. Imagine how hard that would be. He wants to get there badly, see.
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Thank you, Duketh. I think battling an ocean does seem a bit too hard. Agreed. I wasn’t aware.
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Nah! Depends what he’s battling it for, see.
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Makes sense, I suppose.
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The battled ground to be overcome. That phrase brings so much to its sonority; like something that ought to happen. A long battle later, some scroched earth and tired Souls finally getting back to rebuild their beauteous lives. It deserves to happen. x
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Yes, it ought to happen, yet so much stands in the way. Mostly, our minds. Thank you, my dear. It does deserve to happen. I believe that to be true, yet…we shall see. xx
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Yes, errr, well that sounds likely then! Anyway, I know what you mean. You just sound like you’re chatting to your PA there. Xxx anyway, the elypsis is killing me.
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Really like! Evocative. Your voice comes through, lovely as ever. The last two lines my fav, Aud.
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You do? *does a happy dance* I’m thankful this poem was well received. Hope all is peachy in your part of the world, D. β‘
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LOL Hey, nice triple step.
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*dropping a curtsy* LOL…I try π
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Strong spirituality in this work, Audrey, and, for me, a definite sense of hope.
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jf
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Aww. I’m so glad, jf. Thank you ever so…
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This oneβs really beautiful.
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Hi, Adam. Thank you. I’m glad you liked it. Thanks for tweeting my poem, as well. You’re awesome.
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β¦I disagree.
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Well…you shouldn’t.
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I can feel the Gulf in these words. The picture looks like our side as well.
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John, I’m so glad you could feel the Gulf. Yep, this was it still this morning, as I walked the beach. The long weekend seaside was cold and a bit melancholy, but lovely just the same. A bit warmer today.
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We had large waves and rip currents. Man what a winter.
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No kidding…raining off and on here for the next two weeks. Spring! Maybe it’ll warm up, as well.
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Indeed!! I take this from a religious standpoint, though I suspect it could also refer to someone strong and very special — a warrior-someone!
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A religious standpoint is perfect standpoint, Debbie. The fantasy of a warrior someone is just as lovely. Thank you for seeing both sides. Hope all is well and your weekend a bit warmer. π
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wise counsel
for mind’s ear π
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After writing this I thought, “Yep, seems like i wrote a three step process.” Thank you, my dear. π
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