lace puddles
weave between the weeds of the sea
lapping slowly
gingerly
resting upon the shallows in she
barefoot in silt paths she roams
collecting pieces
from the liquid mirror shored
——for the sea remembers
captured these images from a day on the beach and was enraptured at how I was able to capture the cerulean in the waves. i’m thankful that in living on the coast, the ocean is in my backyard. like for most, the music of the waves is medicinal, replenishing ones soul. For more of my photography you can visit my gallery here.
Love your words! And images! 💕
I’m so pleased you enjoy them and the images. The stories they can tell hmmm? 🙏🏻
image
glass
from sand
silica
the millisecond
reflects and refracts~
These recent two poems about the sea took me back up to Scotland where I’d sit on a rock, dangling feet in water, and letting my imagination soar! Love these ❤🌊