the moment stood
and faced the sea; we called it
faith-breaker, the hiss
of sand’s what god? where?
we held our freedom in both hands
shook it out: to walk slowly on
wave-wise; to curl in again
with mountain-root song
Thanks and apologies to Kerfe, because I stole from her poem.
More like borrowing a cup of sugar to try a new recipe – one that is sure to please.
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That’s a very sweet way of looking at it. 🙂
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What beautiful images! Thank you! (K)
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Thank you for letting me borrow your words!
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any time!
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Beautiful, Jennifer!
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Thank you. 🙂
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Everything can stand a good shaking out from time to time, like a rug. I love the mountain-root song
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Shaking out a rug–just the image I had in mind. Thanks for your comment!
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Lovely!
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Thank you!
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