

Gathering The sea is just out there, neither calm nor angry. It is taking its time, making up its mind, sensing the mood of wind and moon. There is a tide though, beneath the surface, waiting for the moment, and, when all is gathered, the sea, as always, will make its move.
Oh, I really like this poem, Derek. The photos are great, too, but it’s the poem I love.
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As Mary said, I really like this poem. There are so many implied metaphors . . .
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I keep coming back to read it again. Derek has a real skill in saying so much in so few words.
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Yes, he does. When I see one of his posts come across my email, I always hope it includes a poem with the beautiful photographs.
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You’re making me blush now! 😉
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😀
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Poem with deep meaning..
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Thank you, glad you like it 🙏🏻
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