MySpot: Praise The Sea, On Shore Remain

*Ph of me/ Dreamboy

"The voice of the sea is seductive;

never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring,

inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude;

to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation."

 

 

Kate Chopin - The Awakening

Little Boats Should Keep Near Shore

"We may have all come on different ships,

but we're in the same boat now."

 

Martin Luther King Jr.

MySpot: On a Bluer Sea Against Tomorrow's Sky

 *Ph of me/ Dreamboy

"She loves the serene brutality of the ocean,

loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air."

Holly Black

By The Sea

"When I walk down the beach and smell the salt water,

hear the waves crashing against the shoreline,

and feel the granular sand under my feet,

I can't help but realize why I'm here (...)."

Wendy Joubert - Sea Witch

MySpot: Portrayed in Pastel

 *Ph/ Dreamboy

 

"This helps to create a more interesting variation...

by mingling more transparent areas

among the opaque passages."

  

  

Kathryn Amisson

Tiptoe Through The Tulips

"But I have always thought that these tulips must have had names.

They were red,
and orange and red,
and red and orange and yellow,

like the ember in a nursery fire of a winter's evening.
I remember them."

   

Neil Gaiman

High Enough to See Beyond Horizons

"The world turns softly

Not to spill its lakes and rivers,

The water is held in its arms

And the sky is held in the water."

 

 Hilda Conkling

One White Flower Lay

"Three white flowers together grew,

Where the rough winds never blow,

In a pleasant place,

Hedged about with tender care,

Pure as snow and very fair,

With a gentle grace.

 

Three white flowers bent each to each,

Whispering low in airy speech,

Telling of their dreams,

Made of moonlight and of dew,

Woven of the bending blue

And the warm sunbeams."

J.D.H. Browne - Three White Flowers

MySpot: Dogwoods Blazing Bloody Red

*Ph/ Dreamboy

               

"I want to tell you how they blush and turn in fiery shame and joy,

how their love burns with flames consuming and terrible

until we wake one morning and woods are like a smoldering plain -- (...)

Earth changes to red clay

with green grass growing brightly..."

     

   

Margaret Walker - October Journey