Under the vista of a starstruck night my heart bleeds for the inner peace I had known before we travelled to these rugged shores.
Your name melted in my mind’s eye as I recall the moment of our last goodbye, the hurt and anger and pain and the baring of souls amidst a calm and serene landscape and virtually cloudless sky.
But neither you nor I able to appreciate the lull before the storm or the gentle lines of familiar people and places.
We travelled on silently through tumultous skies to crash upon the rocks of beauty.
What should have been paradise found was lovelorn and lacklustre and the colours of real beauty comes from a richer palette.
From family loved and lost and left behind.
This is for D’verse Meeting the Bar – Caravaggio and Chiaroscuro.
Again it is my first effort at this- I am a novice. Love to all
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ah, very colorful. so infrequently do we appreciate where we are right now, but so very valuable that is. Write more, please!
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Many thanks. I am very glad of the feedback, they are little rusty and unkempt but I haven’t allowed myself this freedom and challenge for many years. Thanks.
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beautiful, poignant and moving…
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Lovely to read your words. You have shared a powerful poem of love and love lost.
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I was struck by one phrase in particular – it jumped out at me: ‘Your name melted in my mind’s eye’. Love it!
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Sometimes the journey is more challenging on the destination and our journeys can be endless~
Like this reflection: What should have been paradise found was lovelorn and lacklustre and the colours of real beauty comes from a richer palette.
Thanks for joining us ~
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Thankyou Grace. With much love.
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So often we are there, travelers with something lost behind.. that darkness and the brightness of nostalgia is so well expressed. Nice to have you at dVerse.. A warm welcome.
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many thanks. It was about my mum, we came to NZ and she died suddenly not long after and she hadn’t wanted me to leave, my final visual memory was of seeing herthrough my rear view mirror, desolate as we left her behind. Thanks.
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InK spot
sKeYes
bEauty
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DaRk
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seNses coloR aLL
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joys
sorrows..
travel
back niGht..:)
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Very true- many thanks
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Welcome..
FriEnd..:)
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