Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Camp Journal #2

Lake Huron this afternoon.

Diamonds, the glitterati, an afternoon at Tiffany's.
Glimmering opals in children's eyes, dancing children,
bobbing in the lucid formation of golden memories.
Pearl ropes flay from dripping fingers.
Joyous shrieks crash against the crystal shore.
They hurl themselves free fall into the aquamarine geleé,
silent in a silent world
until they burst over the top, 
skin burnished and shiny.
Jewels of the sea.

7 comments:

  1. Beautiful. That's so nice that you're keeping a journal.

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  2. Gorgeous photo, and words to go with. And I've just read your bio there. Congratulations! I hope this summer & autumn is the best so far. I don't know if I believe in happily ever after, but I do believe that every day can be better than the last, so... similar enough.

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  3. This was perfect. It's good to read good things.

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  4. Gorgeous. This was such a rich image: Pearl ropes flay from dripping fingers.

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  5. Love that poem, and the photo.
    ~jon

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