A love song. I hear your voice speaking and singing into the words. I feel the machair. I know this place. Lewis and Harris. Stones. Sand. Sea. Bones. Something knows me there. Charlie you are a soul poet. Just beautiful. 🙏❤️💫
This is such a moving elegy, Charles. I love the way "Stones" carries Sophia through sea, weather and memory ... how it feels both tender and elemental. These lyrics hold her in the very places she loved, "where blue waters turn green" and nothing is ever truly lost. Just beautiful. I'm writing a love poem as we speak. We couldn't script this thing called life if we tried. 🩵🙏💚
I absolutely love the way you let "blue water turning green" return in the poem like a tide. You can hear the kiss of the water meeting the shore and the scraping of rocks as the water recedes once again. It gives a dreamlike quality to this one.
Which is fitting because it is a poem about a lost friend. She is alive in these lines. I felt her there. More importantly, the landscape carries her memory, as well. That is how this reads: as if you are the landscape grieving her loss.
Gorgeous! Thank you for sharing. Sending love, my friend. XO
'O day of days', where she ran, the white sands and the lyric leap of blue and green the length of the Hebrides... no less... a gifted song you share. We hear your voice and those others.
A love song. I hear your voice speaking and singing into the words. I feel the machair. I know this place. Lewis and Harris. Stones. Sand. Sea. Bones. Something knows me there. Charlie you are a soul poet. Just beautiful. 🙏❤️💫
This is such a moving elegy, Charles. I love the way "Stones" carries Sophia through sea, weather and memory ... how it feels both tender and elemental. These lyrics hold her in the very places she loved, "where blue waters turn green" and nothing is ever truly lost. Just beautiful. I'm writing a love poem as we speak. We couldn't script this thing called life if we tried. 🩵🙏💚
Dear One Charles,
This is so achingly beautiful and reverent!
I absolutely love the way you let "blue water turning green" return in the poem like a tide. You can hear the kiss of the water meeting the shore and the scraping of rocks as the water recedes once again. It gives a dreamlike quality to this one.
Which is fitting because it is a poem about a lost friend. She is alive in these lines. I felt her there. More importantly, the landscape carries her memory, as well. That is how this reads: as if you are the landscape grieving her loss.
Gorgeous! Thank you for sharing. Sending love, my friend. XO
'O day of days', where she ran, the white sands and the lyric leap of blue and green the length of the Hebrides... no less... a gifted song you share. We hear your voice and those others.
Loving through the veil 🌊 the stones speak, a beautiful testament to a deep love. Take good care Charlie 💙Geraldine
They do indeed, Geraldine.
Beautiful crafted poem.
Thanks @Bill Loxton