faintly on the edge of stories
that tumble about in our minds
alive with possibilities
shooing away the plain footsteps
of again and again. Stories
on the fringe of songs that lie low
chanting peacefully to themselves,
invisible loves caressing
in time with our living. Stories
gold tinged, shy and beautiful
that seep into the crevices
of everyday life, like evening’s
warm glow before the lights come on.
Great photo and verse :)
ReplyDelete"stories on the fringe of songs..." this is just thrumming in my heart...
ReplyDeletethis is one of my favorites! absolutely perfect.
ReplyDelete& oh my, your photos have been Amazing!
Can't wait to see what's next!
this is beautiful...you are an inspiration...xxx
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words that I felt in my soul!
ReplyDeleteI'm a bit of a story person myself (I'm the Elvira on her magic carpet lady!). What I love about blog hopping, especially all these fantastic arty blogs is that you see all these wonderful stories you describe in your verse - 'clinging on the edges'. It may be the wistful look in a girl's eye or a crumpled letter or a found object. Or it may be the reason why that tree is lying in the water and what the pretty little girl is shouting.. There is a story in everything if you look hard enough. Hmm, I feel a blog post coming on! I'll reference back to this post if I find time to write one! Thank you for such a wonderful inspiration this morning!
Oh, both the verse and your photo are just so beautiful Shona!!
ReplyDeleteI love this! so beautiful. Yes, stories.. I have a project I have been thinking about.. capturing stories. I keep coming across people talking about stories , maybe the universe is trying to tell me to get going already! :)
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