Over in the Garden, Mama Zen prompted us to write about a special place that speaks to us, our soul.
My blueness
waves to
gray wharf
lapping tears
against
sun's dazzle
fog's gray ribbons n'
moon's shine
Time in a Bottle
treasures
drumming
my life's lullaby
embracing my labyrinth's
rainbows n' storms
Your
SOS
reached me
Splashing, rolling waves
n' crying gulls
announce me
when
I step my feet on
your
sandy
welcome mat.
"Today,
I want you to tell us about the house that built you. It doesn't have
to be an actual house; it can be a school house, a house of worship, a tree-house . . . any place from your younger years that has special meaning to you now. Use as many words as you like."
Thank you, Mama Z~
My blueness
waves to
gray wharf
lapping tears
against
sun's dazzle
fog's gray ribbons n'
moon's shine
Time in a Bottle
treasures
drumming
my life's lullaby
embracing my labyrinth's
rainbows n' storms
Your
SOS
reached me
as I drifted like a
falling star into your
blue arms.
Splashing, rolling waves
n' crying gulls
announce me
when
I step my feet on
your
sandy
welcome mat.
©Ella Wilson
Comments
Alex-lol! Yes~ I believe the stars built you~
Sherry-Thank you, so much! I had to go there-I am missing the shore so much. You have a bluetiful soul, Sherry! When I think of the ocean I think of you, moving there~ Yes, a life with many mixed blessings and tears~ You are so sweet!
Hank
Would you have liked to ride with the bottle a little longer? I think I would if it was clear glass so that I could se what was going on. A pretty passive life.
..
falling star into your
blue arms."
Exquisite!
The humility in appreciation of nature's gifts to us
Thanks for dropping in to read mine
Much love...