A story or poem follows me around for a while, I write it down to get it out of my head and sometimes after rereading it seems universal enough that I hope it might also speak to someone else.
One thing that has become clear is the photography and the writing seem to be morphing into one, the photograph being the muse for the words or the words for the photograph.....and then a quote I find from someone who had the talent to put what I am trying to say into a few precise sentences.
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Our lives in pieces
reflect through
mirrors, shattered,
barely held
in fragile frames
That alone could describe the last year of my life! I need to reread this poem several times and ingest it! It’s quite something! “Life rebirthing!” Wow! Just wow!
Lesley I am humbled by your words, the quote ‘swimming in clues’ has been haunting me the last little while and the shattering we are experiencing both personally and collectively feels like the labour of some form of rebirth……here is hoping…
Your poem is suffused with a myriad of emotion and feeling. I agree with Lesley about a reread or 3. There is more in the reading each time. For me, the last 2 lines speak the epitome of our potential.
Thank you, the photos were taken at same place and time. Silent, empty beach except for the breathing and groaning of the whales then off to the side the wreckage of the boat.
Lots of inspiration for the poem.
Wildly and Dangerously Free 
Swimming in clues. I love that.
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….feels like time to take a dive into the dark waters and find a few of them:)
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That first stanza really sucked me in.
Our lives in pieces
reflect through
mirrors, shattered,
barely held
in fragile frames
That alone could describe the last year of my life! I need to reread this poem several times and ingest it! It’s quite something! “Life rebirthing!” Wow! Just wow!
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Lesley I am humbled by your words, the quote ‘swimming in clues’ has been haunting me the last little while and the shattering we are experiencing both personally and collectively feels like the labour of some form of rebirth……here is hoping…
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Yes, here’s to hoping! We cannot despair!
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Beautiful photos!
Your poem is suffused with a myriad of emotion and feeling. I agree with Lesley about a reread or 3. There is more in the reading each time. For me, the last 2 lines speak the epitome of our potential.
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Thank you, the photos were taken at same place and time. Silent, empty beach except for the breathing and groaning of the whales then off to the side the wreckage of the boat.
Lots of inspiration for the poem.
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