Shhhhh………listen,
said the sea.
Can you hear the ghosts of war on the tide,
carried back and forth
from other times, other centuries.
Rocks,
soaked in sorrow,
like tomb-stones littered on the shingle.
Who will save our souls,
cry the ghosts.
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Go out to play, follow your imagination, and the day was filled with expectation
Aren't songs of grief lullabies to the lost?
Simple Vegetarian Cooking
Visual Media for God's Glory!
Life is a broadway musical and everyday is a song. These are mine manifested as poetry.
I want to be rich. Rich in love, rich in health, rich in laughter, rich in adventure and rich in knowledge. You?
Sapno ki udaan
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“Rocks soaked in sorrow” ….. I suppose all of Nature remembers our footprints.
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Yes Jana, I think nature does remember our footprints, good and bad, we can take heart that there are many more now that tread lightly, blessing the earth with gratitude.
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monuments
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our
illusions
of
permanence
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Thank you for your response Geo, your words are a perfect capture for the scene.
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nice symbolism, Teri…too many interpretations…i see an impediment, helplessness, desire for liberation…questions must be answered though…could the answer be provided by the sea?
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Thank you for your comments Virgilio, the post relates to a place not far from my house, deserted now, but at one time a place of great hope for the swiss genovese, but they left, and it was taken over by soldiers, gaining notoriety as a holding centre for rebel prisoners during and after the 1798 rebellion. The shocking events that took place during those times seemed to have charged the air with sadness. All I could do was to pray for them. victims and abusers.
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hey, hope you are well 😉
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I am fine thank you, smiley face. Never better, hope you are too.
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Your soothing words are gracefully illuminating…the life within them always move me dear sister. Thanks for the hugs today! Blessings!
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Thank you Wendell, for your soothing words also.
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Your empathy with those souls I am sure are heard on the wind .. Beautiful
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Thank you Sue. The whispers that link the past and present are all around.
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More so than many realise 🙂
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