sounding waves cresting in my mind
thunderous be these waters and moving tides
winds echo the whispers of each yesterday
beckon they to this restless heart
call they to this questing soul
flow, crest, bathe these wounds of time past
within this breath of ebb and flow be it shown
the flow of life and spirit eternal known.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
a haiku reflection
winds winds winds of change
in bondage to mill and sail
toil and spirit's call.
Regatta Beating to Windward, oil on canvas, 1828, Joseph Mallord William Turner, 1775-1851.
6 comments:
...and so shall the sails be filled with the winds of change... and the light of BEING...
ROSEMARIE-
sometimes, the storms we weather are always with us long after the rage has subsided - I surge often from within and I ride the waves like cords of strength that I have created. Tides and surges and upheavals that try and toss me about or cast me out beyond reach - I have come to appreciate the fury - knowing I have all I need to survive and make it to calmer waters and safely back to shore. Come, sail with me - I am at the mast with great vision.
Love Gail
peace.....
Yes, Dearest Gail... and so I add...
a haiku reflection
winds winds winds of change
in bondage to mill and sail
toil and spirit's call.
Much love,
Rose Marie
"flow, crest, bathe these wounds of time past"
I love to listen to the music of the ocean, the repetitive yet constantly changing sounds are soothing ~ soothing ~ soothing and do bathe the wounds of times past!
Theanne, Yes, it is music in orchestration with our very breath, our sighs of delight, as we feel the sounding lilting melodies of ocean and sea.
Turner's sea and sky is ever reflective of light and the passions of conquest. I am deeply inspired by his paintings. Thank You for being here, for myself, pen and word and for Turner, brush and paint.
Post a Comment