Terry A Posted July 7 Share Posted July 7 Some land-locked mornings air so fresh the smell of ocean seeps into my blood and I remember when the horizons had no end and the weight of Earth lifted in a seagull's cry. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted July 7 Share Posted July 7 Hi Terry, You just described my coastal home. Loved 1 hour ago, Terry A said: and the weight of Earth lifted in a seagull's cry. True, a seagull cry lifts my spirit. However, they also can be aggressive and annoying when food is close by. Don't feed the wildlife. 😊 ~~Judi Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted July 7 Share Posted July 7 6 hours ago, Terry A said: This land-locked morning air so fresh the smell of ocean seeps into my blood and I remember when the horizon had no end and the weight of Earth lifted in a seagull's cry. Like it T. The poem does convey recurring incidences with some and the plural horizons. I wondered if there would be more immediacy/intensity with singularity. Not sure. Either way enjoyed. Bw Phil Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Terry A Posted July 8 Author Share Posted July 8 Ha, Judi, out here it’s don’t feed the bears. Your home sounds lovely. Phil, good point on the plural. It simply meant multiplicity of possibilities fathomed, oh too briefly and awakened oh too slightly. But not forgotten. The key to never really becoming old in spirit. or poetry. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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