Lapis and turquoise
Lapping at rocks
Land in frothy lace
And crystal drops
Gifts to moored sails
Furled in silence
On a sunny afternoon.
Soft secrets spill
In half-moons on yellow sand.
Sorrows revisited
Tumble in frosted glass…
Where are you my love?
On what dreams
Are you floating away?
unbuttoned or undone 
Very beautiful.
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Thank you so much. I am glad you like it. It’s a pleasure to see you here.
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Your images are wonderful!
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Thank you Maria. Your visit is much appreciated. I just spent sometime walking through your wild flower gallery. What a treat! Are they all photos you took?
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Thanks! Yes, I was also wondering about yours. Did you take yours? Since I didn’t see any signatures I didn’t know.
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Yes they are mine. Taken with my phone! Samsung galaxy something…
When the photos are not attributed they are mine. I try to be good about giving the artists their due.
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Well they are very good, I enjoyed all of them.
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🙂
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I am here, not so far away after all…
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Such a treat to read your beautiful words again…
xx Kat
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Kat!!!! It’s so good to hear from you again. I have missed you.
I went looking for you but found no traces to follow.
But you are not far, so all is well.
Hugs.
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And thank you for your kind words.
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Flotsam and jetsam, comes and goes 🙂
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Crashing and waving. It does.:-)
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Sometimes happy, sometimes a little sad… Always, though, with a great story to tell 🙂
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Sighs
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Yes. So it goes.
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Yet beautifully
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Thank you D.
We’ll always have poetry.
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Lovely…. Two of my favorite colors! suz
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🙂
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I’ve often read of the love affair between sea and shore. Being raised as a young pup in the Gulf of Mexico, I’ve looked often in those lapis and tourquoise eyes and felt the warm soft caress and the tempest as well. There at the boundary of land and sea, humanity took the first steps. It is there the first love affairs flourished or failed. It’s in our DNA, it’s why we will risk everything to return. You capture that unspoken truth so well in your poem.
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Thank you Dan, you are so kind.
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AnElephant may be colour blind, but the magic of your words brings clarity.
And, of course, love is, as always, lost.
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I don’t know what to say. Usually I muddy the waters!
Thank you though, you are sweet.
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This is now one of my favourite poems. Years ago my husband and I holidayed in Cyprus. One afternoon we went swimming in a small bay similar to the one pictured. The colour of the sea in the Mediterranean is just as you describe. He passed way 2 years ago. Thank you for encapsulating a memory for me.
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There is a quality about the Med that is hard to define, as it is with all things magical. It sounds like you experienced it when you visited with your husband. If I helped carry the burden of your loss with my poem and moved you to remember a joy shared in love, then I feel I have done my job as a poet and as a sister. Thank you.
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Thank you.
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