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Sparkle
Sapphire
star
That sky looked
like power dust
of crushed pure
child-dream
love of parents
love and joy
of clean fresh
sapphire sky
morning from the
crib sky and
clean laundry
blues and
bright sparkles
of dancing
stars of
life in the
room
in the hallway
down stairs
where they dry
the azure towels
and the color
the shower
curtain in the
sun when it's wet
with dolphins
in blue that
shimmer as the
sapphire sand
drains down
the hourglass
but the gems
seem to hang in
the air as baby
splashes the
water and mom
and dad are
always love.
Blue of joy
eye blue
seem by eyes
of all colors (it
is not an eye
color things this
joy of sparkle)
Such things,
just plastic?
just glass?
just a colored
shampoo?
The color was there
on the ocean in
the sun with the
waves breaking on
the stones
from the pegmatite
of some ancient age
and sapphire sand
spills below the waves
painting the sea
in colors of
finest gems.
More precious
than any gem
this sapphire soul
of pure love
sleeps in his
crib.
Mom and Dad's
joy
you were
in the
sapphire world
of how you
grew up when
you knew
the joy
is real
(forever
real)
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I took you along
on my walk to my
place
by the
lake.
Why did you have to
destroy all the
stones on the
beach
looking for
fossils?
That day, an ancient
memory is ossified
and tossed aside.
On which beach
at some future time
will they find it
as a fossil?
Do you even
remember
that
day?
Tree,
by Conn. river,
in NH,
near VT
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Ah . . . Summertime. Seems
like a long time ago in November. Ah. But do
we need to live on a beach to love a beach? If
I were there now it would be too cold. They would
have locked the gate. The State Police would
investigate why my car was parked. They wouldn't
hassle me if I show them that I'm doing photography.
In Summer the gate is open till 8 PM. The light of
the early evening sparkles. Those end of the day
beach photos give a wonderful display of sand and
stone, wave and sky, clouds and birds.
As the weather is cold and the sky is dark ("and
the moon . . . is the only . . . light I see" - Ben E King)
Here are some photos from last summer. I would have
put them up then but . . . Instead I put up other ones.
Nov 18, 2006
