YES WE ARE KATE...ALL OF US...SAILING, WITH EACH OF US INTERPRETING THEIR 'JOURNEY'(AS MARTYN DID SO WELL) IN THEIR OWN WAY. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

sounds like the compass was spinnin too! ~ Morgan

I saw this one on the most popular list and didn't look at who the author was, just the title.
About halfway down I said,
"This is so linguistically flowery and descriptive,
it sounds like something Kate would do,"
and sure enough,
It was you.
Love it.

Walt

I gotta get me one of the by the number air beds and drag out my old turntable and vinyl that's stored in the garage. Surfing indeed. Patrick

my gawds, john martyn.....(O>o)
you just made me smile so big...

Gentle sail of your words sailing in the winds that caress minds in your quill.

Sail on, Kate! Nothing like the sea to soothe the soul, and a classic song to accompany the lapping of the waves. Was it the Ark Royal you were on board? Hehe!

Quite a double metaphor I'm reading it correctly. Took me back to the days of watching the needle ride the vinyl and the label spin around, until whatever was playing was lost in the rhythm of his movement. Hence, the reference to a little healthy sex as part of the rhythm of life.

Ron

See, that's how it is with music. You can swim in it, dance in it--like an ocean (or maybe they're the same thing). Your imagery wonderful in this piece, "lungeing white horses in mane-tossed sun", I really like those songs stuck in there--dancing in the surf. --Charlie

yes, we were!

perfect lift for this day of leaded skies, kate!
... now where did i put those spare needles; time
to launch some vinyl! ;-)
well done,
carolyn

this Kate rendering leads my interpretations in many directions at once -- joy, fascination, music to move and the music of passionate romance -- "lunging white horses in mane-tossed sun who, on Solid Air, were surfing, surging, surfing" -- it is the whimsical, intellectual pull of the interpretation that leaves me joyous and satisfied Kate -- this one has earned a place in my library to read on gray days when a lift is what I need -- I bid you joy, love and peace my dear friend -- Jon Michael

I can sure feel the motion of this one Kate! (I lived on a sailboat on Marco Island Fl in my younger single days :) for a year)

Sail on, Silver Girl, sail on by..
just a lovely capture and so visual
as well as aural.

Good one, Kate.

John

so it's old salt growlers who turn you on ;) all kidding aside, a wonderful sense of rhythm to this poem, Kate ...

this gets into a rare groove
a magical, mysterious, move me on the water as you rock my soul to sleep
and make me want to prove
what sweet company you keep.
From one old soul to another,
this is one fine sweet old mother.

Sailing oceans of black records, arriving at an Island (Records), it all sounds like a musical voyage. Whether it is surfing the seas or a John Martyn Album, there's a place in our imagination that can mix the two.

Axilea

Wonderful feeling and motion! I can hear the gravelly crooning growl as the needle wends its way up the shore, lifts up, floats back into its cradle...
Love this one!

A wrecked record, a weak sun, yet as only you can do, is see fun in everyone of your adventures.

Hey, surfing, surging, surfing... ...sunk? better not be. keep on keeping on, you make nearing the 60's more like the 30's ;) luvs yer really, my crazy, eccentric, posh pal. xx I guess Rod is now a record breaker.

Kate, This is most definitely different from
your other poems, to me it sounds like a dreamy
fantasy.

Always,
Deborah

Interestingly different for you, young lady...I liked this as it made me think...e

always a joy to come here :)

Always a joy to read your poetry, you have such a diverse way of writing.
Much peace, love and light,
Amber

Nice Kate, enjoyed.
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