This knocked me over, Susie! Let me try to regain my balance. Yes, walk shoeless and blind--otherwise you'd have too much sense to get taken in...again and again.
we walk right into a story, so well fashioned, the choice to remain shod or walk barefoot is declared - and what an ending! wow - fascinating and gripping Susie :)
If love is a drunken art, then sober assessments of it ("without rain", "clarity will come when / vases no longer bleed daisies") are doomed to miss its point. Nice sense of internal balance and examination.
This seaside hermit--old lighthouse, lover, artist -- is indeed a "forlorn shore." The first set of images are indeterminate -- as the sea -- while the final ones lock into shore sights we know in our own bleached bones. Nice work.
Anonymous said…
Superb turn of phrase as usual Susie - your daisy vase is forever imprinted - still raining thouhgts on the use of umbrella as a verb
Aww, the romance of Nature accommodated by Nature. Picnics or love making, what else, in her spirit there's no better. Away from the captured daisies. ..
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vases no longer bleed daisies.. love that line!
i'm left speechless
much love...
it's always a balance,
love is ice and fire, but never tepid.
better suited to walk
shoeless and blind.
Love is a powerful tool that is able to mend itself given trying circumstances. Good observation Susie.
Hank
and
'Clarity will come when
vases no longer bleed daisies'.
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