Sunday, December 4, 2011

Sunday Morning Poetry

my soul sighs

Go he said,
Until rock gives way to sea, gives way to
Salt and air and the elements all—
Until feet touch land that creaks, melts and sighs.
Rippling, crashing, splitting beneath you,
It’s tired arms open to the cold of night—
Everything frozen, everything hushed.
And then, with eyes at rest, look closely.
Closer still.
And in that moment, you will find me—
Indeed you will see.
~ author unknown, actually from an Anthropolgie catalog


Anonymous said...

I always find such beautiful words here. Sometimes they are yours, other times they are someone else's. I always enjoy them.

Amy said...

Oh, I love it!

S. Etole said...

The call in that photo ... wonderful.

Jeanie said...

Anthropologie finds good stuff! This one is really spot on!

HKatz said...

Until feet touch land that creaks, melts and sighs.

Such a beautiful way to describe the shore.

Thanks for sharing this and the lovely accompanying photo.

Anonymous said...

Oh the Oregon coast and Haystack Rock! Some of my happiest childhood memories are from there... And thank you for the beautiful words too.

Debby said...

Love the beauty of the coast and the words.

Marilyn said...

Anthropolgie has some good writer. I love the image of looking closer still and finding..... Yes I will. Thank you.

Jennifer Richardson said...

I love that you found and filed
this away to share....treasure.
Thanks friend:)

Tracy said...

Closer...closer still...*swoon*... I LOVE this too! This was in the Antropologie catalog?! Wow... Wonders never cease. :o) Happy Week, Relyn, and thanks for sharing a treasure of a find! ((HUGS))

Ms. K @ Write On Thyme said...

Lovely! I still have never been inside that store but maybe during the shopping season!

Anonymous said...

very nice poem thanks for sharing

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