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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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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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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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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jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Aphrodite was born nubile from the sea
