Last night I gathered the ocean
and wore it on my head like a hat.
It was captive and could never last.
“Take a picture,” I asked a friend.
But by the time he figured out
the simple camera, it was too late.
December 15, 2012 by chrisbkm
Last night I gathered the ocean
and wore it on my head like a hat.
It was captive and could never last.
“Take a picture,” I asked a friend.
But by the time he figured out
the simple camera, it was too late.
Oh, I love this so much. I collect Story People prints by Brian Andreas. This would be perfect for his illustration!
As usual – outstanding! One more ‘thing’ – I have nominated for the ‘Blog of the Year’ award. If you choose to participate, here is the link: http://wp.me/p2v1s2-JG
Thank you Daniela! For your comment and nomination. I have been nominated a couple of times for blog awards and although I have been humbled and VERY grateful… I’ve not taken the steps necessary to participate. Perhaps it’s time to change that. Thank you very much.
Chris
Thank you so much for that ‘ocean-hat’ thought….
Funny, I was thinking ‘ocean’ too lately…. perhaps
your thought was not entirely in vain -
It is good to know, after all, that things, especially oceans,
have a certain flowing tendency about them… .
peace & love
The poem was taken directly from a dream that followed me for days afterwards. It was a very brief incident with quite an effect. Thank you for commenting.
Chris
Thanks for stopping by my site. We loved Nova Scotia! There seems to me some resonance here on many fronts.