Posts Tagged ‘Lord Byron’

There’s something hypnotic about the sounds of the endless waves, breaking and returning, breaking and returning.  The fog mutes and distorts the sounds, wrapping me in a damp coat of solitary silence.  Sunshine is turned into the silver of scattered diamonds on the water. A host of footprints marks the empty beach, perhaps the imprints of all who’ve ever walked here before.

The seagull soars silently past and I whirl, trying to catch him (or her; who knows?) in my lens.  Later, when I look, he appears to be balancing on the tip of one wing.  We were all in balance that morning, the seagull, nature and I.

Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.
~H. P. Lovecraft

Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
~Lord Byron

Individually, we are one drop. Together, we are an ocean.
~Ryunosuke Satoro

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Phoneography Challenge of “Black and White”.  If you take photos with a Smartphone or iThingy, feel free to join in. The black and white in the photo is natural and I’ve done no editing.

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If I could, I would arrange my poem differently, but I’m a hostage to the vagaries of WordPress.  So I beg of you to forgive the formatting and allow yourself to hopefully be swept away into the music of the hundred words.  The particular words grew from an idea based on  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields‘ picture below.

dismantled-keyboardCopyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The Night Shall Be Filled With Music

The music of my soul…
	the quiet vastness of the mountains
	the soothing reiteration of waves playing on the sand
	the vivid flower colors
	the chuckling of the stream
	the endless canopy of stars 
	the stark beauty of the desert
	the play of animals

The music of my mind…
	words dancing on pages 
	creating word and pictures
	birthing joy
	provoking laughter
	coaxing tears
	sharing stories
	stealing into my soul

The music of my heart…
	your yawning morning stumble
	your image on my not-so-smart  phone
	your loving smile
	your hair beneath my hands
	your heart against mine
	your hands playing me

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs
And as silently steal away.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Day Is Done

There’s music in the sighing of a reed;
There’s music in the gushing of a rill;
There’s music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.
~Lord Byron

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We can never have enough of nature.  We must be refreshed by the sight of inexhaustible vigor, vast and titanic features, the sea-coast with its wrecks, the wilderness with its living and its decaying trees, and thunder-cloud, and the rain.

–Henry David Thoreau

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