Tag Archives: The Sea

her eyes spoke to his soul

behind her beautiful eyes lay secrets darker and deeper than the sea

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it took me years to realise

that much to my surprise

I could find paradise in her eyes

 

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

her beautiful blue eyes enraptured his heart

Scenes on Sunday ~ Scenic Beauty

he traveled the world
to find spectacular beauty on his own doorstep

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

she held the key to my heart

by dawn’s early light

 

 

Scenes on Sunday ~ Sea

I must go down to the sea again
to the lonely sea and the sky

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Scenes on Sunday ~ The Marina

the garret is a couple of hundred yards from the harbour and marina
a gateway to the seas and oceans of the world

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Watchful

One of the Dunkirk Little Ships

Monochrome Monday ~ The Sea

colour is descriptive, monochrome is interpretive
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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

there is no soft sand on my black beach

Scenes on Sunday ~ Marmaduke

he wandered lonely as a cloud

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Marmy never says much,

But, what’s he thinking about

Peace and Tranquility

the prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective

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Each day I go down to the sea to pray to my Goddess.  Always at the same vantage point, I face the morning sun, calm myself and say my short prayer for the day.

This morning the sea was very grey and calm, with a surface like hammered metal, the colour of slate to match the grey clouds which had suddenly appeared overhead.

I asked that my Goddess help me find greater peace and calm in my life, because a peaceful and calm life brings more and better, kinder things along with it.

At the instant my prayer ended, the clouds parted a little and a shaft of sunlight struck the sea, turning the area I was looking it into a sparkling, burnished silver mirror.  More than quite surprising.

You know what?  I took that as a sigh that my Goddess looked favourably upon my prayer, and the generosity of spirit in which the prayer was meant.

As I turned away that shaft of sunlight vanished too.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

if you talk to your higher power

sometimes they may answer

Scenes on Sunday ~ Sunrise

we dream in colours borrowed from the dawn

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

sky above, sand below, peace within

Scenes on Sunday ~ Pacific Ocean

out to the west of me the sun is going down

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

shadows on silk as the night rolls in

Scenes on Sunday ~ Waves

waves are the voices of time and the tides

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

nothing like Californian noonday light

to brighten a photograph

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