sensuous sea
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.
solitary epiphany in sensuality
soft sunlight seething surf
and the sea’s spiritual serenity
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
I use a Lumix pocket camera
Scenes on Sunday ~ Seascapes
The sea is deep enigmatic emotion incarnate.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
taken with a Lumix compact camera
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Scenes on Sunday # 27
feeling a little blue in January is normal
the stillness of the bluest night
the way you look in the moonlight
shining dress silvered turquoise bright
and night sky sapphire eyes melt my heart
with desire for you until bright azure daylight
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words and pictures by jack collier
and the girl riding shotgun
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Scenes on Sunday #26
Patterns In The Sand
naturally there developed strange patterns
psychedelic sequenced structures in the sand
new archetype paradigm shapes passed on
gravitational sun and moon driving the tide
the moving sea writes, having written recedes
moves on, to endlessly repeated ephemeral rhythms
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jack collier
jack collier7@talktalk.net
Scenes on Sunday # 5
‘scape pictures. Seascapes, cloudscapes, landscapes, cityscapes, roadscapes….
All the pictures were taken with a compact LUMIX Panasonic DMC-AS3 camera. This camera is so small and smart I wonder why I’ve been carrying around about 10 pounds of photographic equipment… I don’t photoshop these pictures.
These shots were taken in England, looking East, at or near first light.
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pictures by jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Magic Often Works
It doesn’t matter if you believe in magic, or not.
What matters is that the magic believes in magic.
There is a magic of the tides, and power in the moon, the stars, and the sea. If you want to rid yourself of something, write its name in the sand on a falling tide, say your prayer and invocation, and the sea will carry whatever you have named away from you.
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I no longer suffer from insane jealousies.
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Today I had a rising tide in my favour. The rising tide will bring your wish, your prayer, your invocation to you.
Given one prayer, one wish to the Goddess, what should I ask to be brought to me? What would you write in the sand?
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I know how this magic works, at least I think I do. What I am certain of is that this magic works for me. And, now I wait.
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jackcollier7@talktalk.net
enigmatic empath
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no matter how hard and diligently I try
I have never once understood her way
may as well attempt to comprehend the sky
or tame the mysterious seas along the bay
of course, she understands me, perfectly
but then, she is an empath
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words and pictures by jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
loves light waves
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sibilant soft silverness
tumescent foaming whiteness
exquisite ethereal lightness
of brilliant Venus
torments my sad
devotion to the hopelessness
of honest love’s caress
by a sinless silent sea
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words and pictures by jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Imperfect Gift
Silver skeins of moonlight water
mysterious as a winter mirror
reflecting strange mystical spirit
darkest indigo ephemeral augury
echoes blue-black sky clouds
the colour of her silken hair
far distant sounds the rain
gentle as a virgin’s kiss
she left the imperfect gift
patient revenging sorceress savagery
adulteress treachery so fine in bliss
and every wrong was mine
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words and seascape by jack collier
model kate nilsson
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
To the New Year
Dawn
With what stillness at last
you appear out at sea
your first sunlight reaching down
to touch the crests of the
small waves that hardly stir
as though they had not noticed
and did not know you at all
the voice of a grey goose calls
from far away in the mist
to the calm of New Year’s Day
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words by jack collier and w.s. merwin
pictures by jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
