Waters of the ocean, the sea
Know this cresting that be
Turbulent waves in thunderous cry
For all the loss, the tears gone by
Your changing tides high and low
To the moon beholden your ebb and flow.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
The Moon and Waves, Oil on canvas, 2007, George Dmitriev, 1957, Murom, Russia, 1957-. http://www.artrussia.ru
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4 comments:
love to watch the waves...
Brian, cresting, sounding, seeing, feeling, winds and the mist upon the body from the sea waters...YES... Me too...
Hi RoseMarie-
Oh my how I love the image and your words - as I know the power of such waves - the crest, the peak, the fall, the almost drowning in the swirls and folds - gasping, seeing light, water, air, wind, sand, salt and passionate power all consuming. and then, it calms, I float on it's strength and truth and I am washed ashore, tired, and new.
Love toyou
Gail
peace.....
Gail, We set a course, appreciate the forces, the elements, and hold to our destination... the arrival - intentions fulfilled... metaphor and our majestic being - so delightfully shared and understood. Thank you for bringing dimension to thoughts conceived... and thank you for being here dear Gail.
Much love,
Rose Marie
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