Tag Archives: The Sea

white water

for true love knows no seasons, no endings nor beginnings

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black beach roiling

the lonely figure walking

March gales came in slashing

white water boiling and crashing

and yet he is far away day-dreaming

of love, the moon and stars, finer things

hearing her voice seeing her face in his mind

knowing, deep in his heart, this is the beginning

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

so in love with her

nothing else matters

 

morning has broken

faith, hope, and charity ~ and the greatest of these is hope

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dawn heralds a new day

the sea whispers

words of hope

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

the long night of fear will end

Monochrome Monday ~ The Sea and Beaches

 the touch of the sea is sensuous and secret

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

the myriad tones of monochrome

Love of Her

desire is the motivation behind great achievement

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love

echoing

solitary alone

near the grey sea

walking at the shore

who else am I going to be

when I am not being only me

just be yourself whoever you are

emotion by the ocean longing for her

it’s a new beginning in reflections of desire

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

dance to the end of love

whomsoever you may become

Dreams and Seascapes

there’s nothing better than walking on the beach
witnessing the dawn come up like thunder across the bay

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haunting music of the wind

wave counterpointed, pink sky echoed

frames the seascape bowl with solitary figure walking

against a challenged world struggling

changing, but ever the same

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

a winter’s dawn

over a wine-dark sea

Scenes on Sunday ~ Winter Mirror

the sea was as hard and grey as a winter mirror

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

and now the sea

but through a glass, darkly

Scenes on Sunday ~ Winter Seascapes

we dream in colours borrowed from the sea and the sky

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

the peace of a winter’s morning

Sails and the Sea

Life is like sailing, you can use any wind to go in any direction

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scattered like butterflies

under grey autumn skies

reflected and mirrored

haze shimmered and silvered

riding the send of the sea

against a rising tide

ignoring our dreams

our plans and schemes

the sea has a life of it’s own

seems we can’t have it all

for I’m I’m no Bogy

and sadly you’re no Bacall

 

this is not Key Largo

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

I must go down to the sea again

Scenes on Sunday ~ Beaches

A beachcomber is a man at peace with Life.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

California Beaches have a charm of their own

Scenes on Sunday ~ The Sea

You can’t cross the sea by standing and staring at the water.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Aphrodite was born nubile from the sea

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