Hold fast to the tiller,
to Gods of wind and waves.
Through storms and dreams,
through heartbeat of wings
that arc and swoop and cry for land.
Art © 2014 TCFlynn @ Masked Native
In response to ivonprefontaine blog post, TakingThe Helm, I am making a return to WordPress with this updated post. With thanks for his word prompt Adrift and look forward to catching up with my WordPress friends again.
Love it!
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Lovely response, thank you Tom.
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Getting an amazing visualization from this! love that when it happens, terrific!
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That’s a wonderful compliment, thank you very much.
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So much to like about this one Teri….it’s a great series.
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Thank you Jana, I’m enjoying the process this collection is bringing to me.
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Such gorgeous imagery, maskednative–in the words and the paintings. The paradox of the inner compass anchored, and anchoring, allowing the sailor to remain adventurous and intrepid on distant seas. Thank you for the abundant inspiration! xo
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Thank you SirenaTales. Your understanding of my poem is exactly what I was attempting to portray, thank you for your descriptive compliment.
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nice movement…inward…outward…a call…
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Yes, Virgilio, the call to seek and find the rhythm that moves within. Thankyou.
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the past
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never harbouring resentments
always opening new skies
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Here, now, new skies beyond horizons. Thankyou for your interpretation.
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Beautifully written! Thank you for letting me enter into your world…your poetic gift with descriptive words bring me in… as if I was there..looking forward to following you…and thank you for entering my blog in this vast universe..in oneness..Heart to Heart Robyn
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Thank you Earth Angel, I am so grateful for your generous compliments. In this vast universe, I connect with you in love and appreciation.
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:):) You are welcome
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Ah, Ireland, the land of uncountable greenth and the magic of the place of some of my ancestors. I love the country and your poetry that captures its enchantment.
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You are right about the magic of Ireland, poetry comes easily with gratitude to the creator of this amazing planet. Thank you for your comment,thank you also for your ‘follow’, I look forward to taking a peek into your world too.
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Inner compass anchored, …
That’s her. Lovely.
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Thank you Eric, and also for your follow on my blog, look forward to catching a look at yours too.
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I have missed your words! Always beautifully delivered!
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Thank you Wendell, time has pre-occupied me with other things recently, keeping me from writing, but God is always constant, the beauty of his creations a gentle, soothing balm for busy lives.
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The poem, echoed by the paintings, is hauntingly beautiful.
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Your lovely compliment, so appreciated, thank you Christine. I just took a peek at your blog, ‘liked’ what you said and will catch up with some more reading.
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Ran across your blog today, lovely work, sister poet. Blessings to you.
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So glad to meet you, thank you for your compliment. I am looking forward to reading your posts. You are a sister poet for sure.
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Reblogged this on Masked Native.
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