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i found a place
unhurried
in the brambles
obscure
hidden from world
soft and tender
grass a whistling rustle
hair fanned about my face
eyes grasping blue
sunlight laced
between cotton
i sang softly to myself
wishing you near
{i found chris orwig this weekend. follow the link and dream a little. a few days until i leave for a while. i have a few special guest posts lined up and i will also have my 365 project updated by the end of the week. last but not least... laura barkat and i have published another piece together. go here to read her playful words about being bottled up.}
7 comments:
this is beautiful claire....photo and words !
Claire,
I went there and read the poem (I remember the first time I saw it as part of a RAP prompt) with your photo. Love the union--again!
Lovely post today.
Take me in your suitcase, will you?
Blessings.
what a soulful duet . blessings friend
your words and photo take me back to warm memories ..
I really like the tone of the photo. I have alwyas been a fan of it. Guess that is why my living room is in brown, beige, dark brown and white.=) Have a good time off.
What a great combination of image and words.
I love the line "grass a whistling rustle" -- I don't think it would be possible to capture this sound in better words.
Sometimes the sweetest songs are those we sing to ourselves, even -- or especially -- when they are prompted by the absence of someone missed....
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