I walk at the lands edge
Poem by : Kathleen Jamie
I walk at the land’s edge,
turning in my mind
a private predicament.
Today the sea is indigo.
Thirty years an adult –
same mind, same
ridiculous quandaries –
but every time the sea
appears differently: today
a tumultuous dream,
flinging its waves ashore –
Nothing resolved,
I tread back over the bog
– but every time the bog
appears differently: this evening,
tufts of bog-cotton
unbutton themselves in the wind
– and then comes the road
so wearily familiar
the old shining road
that leads everywhere
.
Its the Weekend …..
FujiFilm X100
Glenbeg, Co.Cork
Landscape and Seascape photography : Nigel Borrington
Its the weekend so if you can find a beach, watch the waves roll in and relax….
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