A Small Stone
Art created with technique only
Lacks soul, heart or feeling
Final outcome
Is exercise only
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Three Word Wednesday Prompt: Dare, essence, practical
Today I dare not spend my morning writing
My schedule is full
I have much to do
Five days away from the studio
I really need to catch-up
I am finishing my little book
Message in a Bottle
Message to the sea
It probably isn't the most
Efficient way to communicate
But it is the essence that we
Seek to express
Slip the message into the bottle
Push the cork tight
Soul calls to soul
When messages are launched
Upon one of the seven
Oceans of the Universe
We can not say it is
The most practical method
Of sending a message
To a person
But when messages are
Sent in this way
We have but to listen
To hear the waves
Return to shore
Voices rise to answer
You don't have to wait long
Pick up a pearly pink shell
Place it to your ear
Like a cell phone
The answer you seek is in
The shell-song you hear
Words of a painter about art, painting and other thoughts about life, death and things that get in the way. I began my blog 2010.
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5 comments:
I dout that the magic of listening to the sound of a shell is a treasured childhood memory the way it once was. Cell phones probably win out today .... It is nice to be reminded of the beauty of simpler things.
SUCH a beautiful and oceany poem. I so love every word and line of it!!!! Love "to hear the waves return to the shore"......and the last two lines are simply wonderful.
Oh how I love a shell song...I miss my ocean more than anything and more so in the winter time.
lovely. really beautiful, moving, romantic and settling like sand at the bottom of the sea.
here's some of my really old pieces (to fit the theme, but please also bare in mind that some of these i wrote years ago):
http://belladonna23.wordpress.com/2010/08/05/the-rain-comes-but-the-river-runs-dry/
http://belladonna23.wordpress.com/2010/07/30/the-question/
http://belladonna23.wordpress.com/2010/07/11/the-burning-eternal/
Lovely writing Annell...
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