J.Albert,
You'll know this spot well. It is Hunting Island near Beaufort, South Carolina. For my peers and guests it is an island as pure and raw as the day the world was born. It is lost in time along the East Atlantic seaboard.
It is where I find my Muse at times.
Susan*
Do you know what I saw today? A sky of opal jewels Extraordinary colors Pastels of shining beauty Fluid whisps of silver streaks Clouds of whitest pearls Baby blues that jumped the sun Like Monet's sky of swirls Just when the evening shade came down The sky deepened to navy Then tiny illuminescent stars Appeared in midnight gravy The night had come and in it's wake A miracle had passed Til day was done and once again The master 's final grasp Each stroke was like a deep caress Turning light to grays Creating contrast within this art And a night for all our days.
Ah Susan, this is indeed beautiful and you are fortunate to have the chance to view this transition and write of it so well. You are so right, this island is unique and untamed and also...giving up the ghost in its slow return to return to the sea, for the sea waits for no man, no island...waits for nothing, for it is the sea. The last time there we stayed at a condo between Lady's Island and Huntington Island, a place called Harbor Island, In fact, the condo we stayed at was perhaps 2 miles from where you are standing. Unfortunately, our visit was cut short by Hurricane Floyd. This is a wonderful place to capture your muse, which you seem to have done. Take care,
Beautiful, Susan. Spring is probably popping out everywhere there, or very soon will be. I guess we have a few weeks yet here in Virginia.
Best regards,
Leland
Reviewed by Gaye Dale (Reader)
Reviewed on February 22, 2004
I could see it in your words and lingered there - beautiful!
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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Tony
Love Tinka
J. Allen
haunting
Beaufort, specially, where i spend 6 months
while in the U. S. Marines
a wonderful write Susan
William
Best regards,
Leland