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
.
Nigel. Nice Post .. I like the image from Keem Bay in Achill .. I took the same many years ago and will upload it to my new site which is being developed at present
April 20, 2013 at 1:53 pm
Thank you Noel 🙂
Yes I really love it there great location!!
That sound great cannot wait to see what you Do 🙂
April 20, 2013 at 1:59 pm
Beautiful reflection illustrated beautifully. I so appreciate your aesthetics Nigel.
April 20, 2013 at 1:57 pm
Many Thanks J.h 🙂
Very pleased that you enjoyed 🙂
Nigel
April 20, 2013 at 2:02 pm
Beautiful images and words, perfectly paired. : )))
April 20, 2013 at 9:35 pm
Thank you 🙂 🙂
April 20, 2013 at 10:23 pm
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May 14, 2013 at 3:43 am