Where ever she has gone
Is there a thought of me
As she looks up, or down
From my palm the old stone
Spins into the golden sea
Emerald spray against violet sky
A heart held too near
Time passed on
I gaze across the world
From the dipping suns
And prevent
My last sigh
Ah, I love this one too, a lost love, hmmm I can truly relate to this picture. Very soothing composition.--Thankyou Tailor---Melvina
It is very difficult to render moments like this in writing. A well-painted piece of realism. Susie.
I like your economy of words, Tailor. So may write far too many. Skimming stones... a lovely image. Sincerely, Alison
Packed with imagery; wistfulness, difficult to capture at the best of times, expertly depicted. t x
Stunning work here Tailor, love the analogies and the stone skimming across the water is one I've wanted to use but not found the correct setting! ! You've done this to perfection.... HG: -) xx
What an ending, and what a title for this state of mind, this affirmation - despite the suggestion this heart was 'held too near'! And the throwing of the stone is such a symbolic act! Like throwing ourselves away. Every line so telling. Another marvel Tailor. jim
This is absolutely beautiful Tailor, I like it very much, Thankyou--Melvina
Stunningly beautiful. A moment of wistful melancholy. Anna Stephens
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'...gaze accross the world/from the dipping suns' - exquisite. This whole gem seems so effortless (I'm betting it wasn't tho!) . Hugs Anna xxx