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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“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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