Tuesday, October 20, 2009

still eludes
in crashing
purge of rolling wave upon sand
upon shore,
in breaking stone and silver bone and wood to salted grain

breath floats away
with bird-wings
on wind mounting cool and warm
beneath wings
leaving earth behind, leaving me to

stand wishing,
believing i could

if i wanted to.

(Image © Informal Moments Photography)


Maureen said...

". . . leaving me to/ stand wishing,/ hoping/ believing i could/fly/if I wanted to."

Do you?

What's to stop you?

Open your arms. Take off!

L.L. Barkat said...

I love Maureen's question, "Do you?" What a wonderful question. What a wonderful encouragement to begin.

Laura said...

Oh, Kelly...

Your photography is just breathtaking. And the words--don't they give it wing?

Monica Sharman said...

When it eludes, should I keep chasing, or let it go?

Prairie Chick said...

leaving earth behind...

mmmm..... dreamy.

Glynn said...

There's a simple honesty here, a vulnerability. I smell the sea and the wet sand and feel the lift under my wings. Beautiful, Kelly.

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