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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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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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
