POETRY: Waves roar. Distance whispers. Intimacy echoes.
That poem trips lively off the tongue.
What a photo, Ian. We are all drawn to the beach, and we can speak of it endlessly, it seems. It seems to hold questions and answers to everything, speaking in some strange penetrating way.
Was this reflective of a recent experience? If so, where?
And yes I’m very pleased with the photo, especially the silver-blue of the water.
A collection of experiences, all on the coast of SW Wight
That poem trips lively off the tongue.
What a photo, Ian. We are all drawn to the beach, and we can speak of it endlessly, it seems. It seems to hold questions and answers to everything, speaking in some strange penetrating way.
Was this reflective of a recent experience? If so, where?
And yes I’m very pleased with the photo, especially the silver-blue of the water.
A collection of experiences, all on the coast of SW Wight