Lulled by the lapping of soft crests
against the edges of green
I am pulled into a dream
of voices rising from the distant past
by those who came ashore
so long before
their images are mirrored here
in the timeless blue sky
revealed to my mind’s eye
Lulled by the lapping of soft crests
against the edges of green
I am pulled into a dream
of voices rising from the distant past
by those who came ashore
so long before
their images are mirrored here
in the timeless blue sky
revealed to my mind’s eye
Kathy Lauren Miller 
Beautiful. 🙂
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Thank you so much for your comment, ‘beautiful’. So appreciated.
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Lovely, Kathy!
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Hi Sue, thank you for your comment. I’m so glad I finally had time to write a bit of poetry. I hopefully I’ll be able to keep up with my writing over the holidays.
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Lovely poem. Kind of Ancestral.
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Thank you, Supernatural Hippie. ( I wish there were more hippies in the world. There would be more love.)
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Very evocative and a good reminder to just stand still and listen.
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