ROCK
sitting on that rock
smooth and twirled as a rollercoaster
or the oilyslinky hide of a minke whale.
that was me!
breezy fingers ruffle hair
smiling, eyes squint at the sun
hoping, alone, not lonely though.
that was me!
imagining the space beside me - filled
yet still content to leave it empty
gently dreaming.
that was me!
walking up the valley road
tired and hungry, liberated
so many miles behind me, free.
that was me!
and now, alone, bemused,
swiped in the face with loss and hurt
but loss of what?
Not loss of me!
Ann Foxglove
Wed 21st Apr 2010 07:26
Actually it didn't have anything to do with the painting Win. I was trying to put another photo on but it wouldn't obey! So as I love this one I put it on. I had just been sitting on my favourite rock on the beach and the texture of it inspired me. And I was trying to use the feelings of strength and happiness of moments like that, and the memory of them, to get through the bad bits. And to know the bad bits of life are the less important bits! ;-)