I love the ebb and flow of this poem, I just had to reblog it!
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A turn of line—that’s all—suffices
where no cathedral can divine
the source of water in the wine.
A long wave’s curl just so,
wan with sunrise,
grey-belled with glow.
And the sound: Not the hosanna
of the wave’s white crash
but the longer glass recede.
The perfected line erasing
just like this, the night,
no psalm,
just subtle light.
The still mind meets its maker
returning the damaged world in full
with this bruised affirmative,
the held piano note of dawn,
the vanquished yes
echoing down.
November 2016
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Submitted to Real Toads Still Points challenge
writing in north norfolk 
I was thinking a walk on the beach today might be just the thing to do and now I know it is. Thank you for helping me to decide what my heart has been pushing me to do for about a month now. God bless have a wonderful Sunday and enjoy the week ahead. ❤ your friend always
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Kat! I hope you enjoy your walk on the beach and the rest of your Sunday! Have a great week. Kim xx
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You should visit Brendan’s website (the poet I’ve reblogged) – I really enjoy his writing: https://blueoran.wordpress.com/
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Thank you Kim I will then I will let you know what I think.
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I love him and now I’m following him too. THANKS!!!
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Yay!
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yay!! he is awesome made me cry and laugh guess that is the greatest commend isn’t?
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🙂
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SMILE!!!!!!!!!!!!
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