Three times,
she came to me. The first
was only a whisper.
It left me trembling like leaves.
The second
was a tsunami, gushing in
then away again,
leaving parts of me in ruins.
The third brought
chaos,
pain,
joy.
This time,
she stayed, gave me
new eyes.
by Moira of Blue Abstractions
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Amazing words and photo! (The link to Moira’s blog doesn’t work, editors.)
I have known few with eyes more open. Powerful.
So succinct, and so on point. Beautifully rendered.
(Sorry about the non-functioning link. It’s fixed now.)
Marvellous.
even though i’m one of the guest editors, i just have to say that i love the inclusion of the red fallen leaf against the background of the sage greens. the picture and poem resonate one another so beautifully.