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Monday, June 11, 2012

Bones of an Evening


bones of an evening
evidence of time moving
in this backward glance

beyond tide's long reach
burnt wood soul released to smoke
long ago leaving
charred remains upon the beach
new tale born through happenstance








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32 comments:

  1. Words which strike a closeness with nature and life itself....

    Eileen

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  2. Those images are amazing - as if there are faces lurking within..........lovely poem, too....."beyond tide's long reach".

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  3. Perhaps every new tale is born this way...
    As always, photos are magnificent!

    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2012/06/07/art-in-some-stanzas/

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  4. Thoughtful words and lovely photos! I bet many people have passed that aged charred wood and never saw the beauty in it. I'm glad you recognized its potential.

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  5. I like the opening lines of this burnt wood soul ~

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  6. These images are so powerful. So intriguing.

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  7. This is lovely. I like how you select your subjects from things I would overlook. That's why you're the photographer. The poem is beautiful as well. I especially like the title.
    Take care Laura.

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  8. words and image resonant with meaning, thank you.

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  9. What a wonderful find! I do love wood! Bones of an evening .... Beautiful words, Laura.

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  10. I just loved 'bones of an evening.'

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  11. how beautiful bones of an evening. i often think that too when i find beach glass that was obviously thrown into a fire once, containing those charred bits cooled and washed out to sea, how long ago. There were a lot of pirates on the beach i walk and Blackbeard's ship is sunk not far out there...

    Your photos of your daughter are very beautiful. She reminds me of an image of you i saw from when you were younger, sitting on a chair, in an older post somewhere back. I meant to write this back but life is full of distractions. Congratulations.

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  12. Lovely and the pics are weird but fitting the scene...

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  13. that is a beautiful capture...the bones of an eveing line itself was worth the visit...i jotted it down to play with...a story there i am sure...

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  14. Excellent poem. Amazing images to go with it.

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  15. Awesome photos, and a beautiful poem. Nice post!

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  16. Loved this line--
    burnt wood soul released to smoke

    Beautiful work Laura--both the verse and the photos--

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  17. "Bones of an evening..." ... I've never read that before. Powerful images, well done.

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  18. Always lovely coming here and reading your words, Laura. xoxo.

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  19. I see some faces in those bones/stones. It looks a bit like a charred spine. Amazing write.

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  20. "burnt wood soul released to smoke"

    i am in love with that line.

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  21. This really took me to another "world"--the images and poetry, so ethereal, almost haunting. You have such a gift. Thank you also for your comments on my post (Prisoner). I've worked with the elderly and in hospice most of my nursing career and find such grace in discovering the beauty behind the appearances. My hope for you is that your own challenges be gentle and peace-filled.

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  22. At first I didn't know what that picture was until after I read the words. How cool are those pictures, and that described the smoldering remains of an evening perfectly. Great write.

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  23. I love this picture! Burned wood, but it looks like a real treasure ...

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  24. very cool..both pic and words...had to look twice to realize what it is..but your words made me see then...smiles

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  25. Wow - those photos are fascinating!! And, your words mesh with the beautifully!

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  26. It is so ironic that your flares affect your voice, yet your voice comes through so clearly in your poetry and photos...if my voice were silenced, I think I would be trapped and you never will be with your creativity...Michelle

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  27. The charred wood of the remainders of a fire on the beach; the charring wood of a pencil, afire with your creativity. The images (photos) are amazing, yet your words conveyed it all. I cannot imagine life without poetry... it's what I was born to do, among many other arts... Thanks for posting at dverse, so I could "meet" you! Peace, Amy (and here's my dverse)
    http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/06/11/ugly/

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  28. Ah Laura - this is one of my favorites of your photo/poems. I will go back again and again to this. Thank you so much!

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  29. That opening line is just amazing... "bones of an evening"...love that...*sigh*... beautiful reflections, Laura. Happy Days ((HUGS))

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