One pretty evening’s
Never-to-be-repeated shore.
Autumn-beginning’s sunset
Casts her bronze folded nets of waves
Against the welcoming pebble shelves.
They break into scattering strings
Of brief-life jewels as
Conscious thought is replaced by
Off-land winds racing to
Cloud-scarfed, marquetried ‘rizons.
You wouldn’t have missed this encounter
For twice a myth-queen’s ransom
The glory-flag skies bleed
All the colours you know
Of emotion, romance and loss …
And those you don’t:
Because you’re human and,
Sometimes, that’s not enough.
28/9/2013
Photosource: www.captainkimo.com
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Captivating words that smell of longing and a hidden dissatisfaction, that’s wrapped up in convenient content. Complex and beautiful, just like the process of autumn.
Breathtaking!!
It’s a stunning picture – and your words do it justice.
And sometimes there just aren’t any words that properly convey what the eyes must see for themselves!