
While sitting in the gazebo in Gill’s garden,
I saw a little bird in the tree.
But on closer inspection, it was simply a leaf.
All is not what it appears to be,
but one way or another,
real or imagined,
Gill was here,
through me.
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I live in Ireland, in an extended cottage overlooking Waterford Estuary, privvy to constant changes of light on water, colour and movement, tides and people. I am anglo-Irish and although my initial intention was to live here for a year and a day, I am still here, a blow-in to these shores for the past fifteen years. There have been countless times when I wanted to run back to England with homesickness and relief, but for one reason or another, so far, it has not been possible. I surrender, the soul of Ireland has captured me, allowed a glimpse of the world behind the mask of everyday experiences, bringing forth a mixture of words and pictures from an ordinary everyday life, filled with ordinary everydayness that I offer as a celebration, to the creator of this truly wonderful planet.
nice, Teri…it is all about presence, real and/or imagined.
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Thankyou Virgilio, I always appreciate your comments. The deception of nature was perfect at that moment, so perfect that it was difficult to put into words, the simple poem had to suffice, perfection is not mine.
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Very soothing and beautiful…it inspires a few smiles…nicely done…God bless you!
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Hi Wendell, thank you so much for your follow and your comment, but especially, for your blessing. God bless you too.
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love the way this piece flows, really beautiful teri xxx
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Thank you so much damage, the moment had a depth of knowing that my words could never justify, we know more than we can say.
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welcome…agreed 😉
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Whispers on the wind.
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Yes indeed, funny how I whispered the words too.
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