Sounds like takin a breather from the "party from hell", then having to go back inside cos it's still an hour before the rest of your friends want to go home! I remember that one!! :)) Adore the stanza: "There is a cold ocean outside raw sunlight dives into the waves The air and water are frigid"... again, know plenty of that living in England!! Excellent visual poetry as always. Bless you and thank you. Kate xx
Our dreams are very "telling" of things that are on our mind...we all have our darker dreams I think - sometimes we know why, and sometimes we don't WANT to know why. Well written piece Janet.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Thanks for thoughts and prayers!
Love,
Eileen
luv the stark yet subtle imagery ...
Felix
who has not been there?
sigh
pax A