Tag Archives: The Sea

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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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 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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liebster-12pictures 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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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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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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jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Imperfect Gift

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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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Katiewords and seascape by jack collier

model kate nilsson

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

 

 

 

To the New Year

Dawn

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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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Dreaming Aphroditewords by jack collier and w.s. merwin

pictures by jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

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