We found her there
on the beach
with sea-wrack hair
and pebbled breasts
waiting for the tide
to wash her home
where the merman waits
at the turn of the bay
and her children play
in the grotto-ed halls
with sea-polished bones
where the whale calls
Mostly original poems along with a few other poetic goodies
Where I walk and what I see.
"This is just the kind of sense that's... not."
a Poems in the Waiting Room (NZ) project
One Way Ticket: South East Asia
You are your own best teacher
The journey
Museum of Documentary and Fiction
Non-Fiction Short Stories. Updated Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Travel, oldsters, love, moments worthy of pause.
Discovering the Relevance of Words in the 21st Century
from the Picasa Web Album Featured Photos
Life and Writing
Riding throughout the earth on a sorrel horse...
Nature's nuances in a nutshell
Truth Within, Shines Without
--- gravy train season ticket holders ---
Grand Pa walking with a camera
Capturing memories with every SNAP!! Enjoy!
Artist. Scavenging the skips of London looking for abandoned treasures to resuscitate. Part womble, part emergency service..... No healthy books or clothes are ever harmed in the process.
And King Neptune’s huge footprint to the right of her in the photo.
Lovely poem and photo to share, thank you.
I can’t understand why he didn’t pick her up…
Very fetching!