A Place in Time, My Mind

Words that soothe amongst the turmoil of day to day life…..lost in the waves…another day…

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A Place in Time

Is it the waves I see?

Pebbles washed by the waves?

Broken glass scoured by surging sand?

Is it a sail on the horizon,
a silhouette before the setting sun?

Or the lack of waves
on a windless day?

It was all of that then,
when I walked along the water’s edge,
my thoughts nudged by the waves,
filtered with the sand,
pebbles and beach glass
flowing through my fingers.
Soothed by the elements,
that glass and my thoughts.

It is peace I feel now,
when my thoughts turn
to the lake and its shore,
to the sights that greeted me
under stormy skies
or in the orange glow
of a setting sun.

They are forever a part of me,
these thoughts and
the lake and its shore.

These lines:
Oceans become glued in place
Only waves leap up
To embrace the shoreline…
fromPalms Stain Green, byElan…

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I am a sometimes poet on a quest to master the universe of my mind. My writing runs the gamut of nature, off beat, life and basically the world as I see it through the windows of my eyes. Welcome to my blog. Sit a spell in your big comfy armchair or favorite spot and read for a while if it suits and don't forget to leave a comment to let me know who you are and all that jazz. Looking forward to what each day brings and catch you on the flip side of the stars. Peace and blessings.

3 thoughts on “A Place in Time, My Mind”

  1. Thank you. The Niagara River was always closest for me, and I spent many quiet moments there, but any waterfront, Buffalo and north, drew me like a magnet. This was a small stretch of shore along Lake Ontario, at Fort Niagara. I visited it even more often than the Buffalo harbor, spending hours sifting sand and gravel through my fingers in search of beach glass. I’d say the best reward was finding the occasional piece of blue glass, but in truth it was the time spent sorting my thoughts during a difficult time.

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    1. We are getting the house ready to sell….I shall miss the quiet and peace I find here in these woods. Time moves us to where we need to be and he gulf coast calls me…while we are still young enough to enjoy it. These winters are hard on the joints and there is a nice forest with rivers and gators down there….and snakes….not a fan of either but the sea breezes soothe in their own way. Peace and blessings to you and I will give a wave to the Niagara for you….can’t go to Canada….no passport, they won’t let me back in….smiles😊 Kim

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      1. I have my own stories about entering Canada… escorted out of the country, even before clearing Customs, in the Seventies… and being subjected to inspection by US agents as I started across the Rainbow Bridge into Canada more than thirty years later. I’m sure that hair length figured into the formula. Maybe there’s a blog in there.
        The Ontario side of the Niagara gorge always has been a draw to me – an amazing parkway along the Niagara River from Fort Erie to Queenston and parks with trails that take you right next to the rapids in the gorge, rivaling the trail at Whirlpool State Park in New York. Those hikes are near the top of my list of things most missed about Western New York, since moving to Missouri. Ah, the things we do for love.

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