Tide
upon that eerie time-lapse ledge
where sands of shore and water's edge
do interact their dance of tides
'neath moon-kissed days and starless nights
the swan, still leery, crane-necked, waits
not caring to transit said gates...
[dry feet? no water 'neath my breast?
all water? no wind 'neath my chest?
my wings do wither; webbed feet dry...]
i must needs have both Sea and Sky
and dance on winds and water glide
i must pass through transition, Tide.
jMc aka Cygnus
Slainte.
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Oooh...lovely, sir...
Though Swan you be, my mind insists on recalling the Geese of my young Autumns, skeins of them trailing in ragged vees along the shore, caught between sea and sky.
Shade and Sweetwater,
K
Super poem, Cygnus!
Thank you, Lady Deb Who Seeks!
C.
Navigating the Transition, mayhap, M'Lady K...
Beautiful, Cygnus
Hugs~Felinae~
You are at that, Lady Felinae... but this blog should be about me, woman...
Me.
:(
And I'll watch you, through the reeds, as you glide...
Silent silver streak passes by
In harmony with wind, sea and sky
Peace - Rene
...that's a Good one Brother...
Well then, Lady Rene...
Well...
Well, it ain't often I'm left without words-- even when my vocab's Going South, at least I have words to flumble...
At the idea of being watched-- camera-shy as I am, it's one I've always thrilled at-- and by you...
Words escape.
Harmony.
Peace. Lady Rene.
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