My path took me to the waters edge
and pulled me back
feet on the sand
of moveable ground
And my eyes upon the skies
pink hues of
Release to resolve
is the talk of the wind
caressing my hair
than saltiness on the lips
The words are now far behind
not yet made
in the sand ahead
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This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western mystery!
Night after night her purple traffic
Strews the landing with opal bales;
Merchantmen poise upon horizons,
Dip, and vanish with fairy sails.
Poem by Emily Dickinson No.13 The Sea of Sunset
Photograph my own ©JaniceTSalmon2014
This weeks WordPress Photo Challenge:
“Share a photograph inspired by a favorite poem, verse, story, or song lyric. Bonus points if you share why the particular text resonates with you. (Though you certainly don’t have to!) If you’re not feeling especially literary or musical this week, see if you can capture the beauty of morning or evening half-light in your corner of the globe”.
You know I love Emily Dickinson poetry, so who better. The photo was taken in my town at the channel on a glorious evening in Spring 2014.