
Jerhico Loch Small waves crackle along the loch edge. Small waves, but deep enough to douse all those doubts that simmer. We are calm, our eyes warmed by the flicker of sun on water, and there!, the flash of a dragonfly. Who knew? The loch could hold so many stars, Who knew? we could glimpse the spark between grass tip and air.
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Like the imagery and the thoughts behind it.
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Thanking you. Been a wee while since I posted something.
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Love both the image and words, Derek.
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Thanks Mary. Hope your bearing up. ❤️
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Not too bad at all, thanks. Next chemo on Friday.
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I absolutely love the imagery you conjured up with your words. I’ve read your poem several times because it’s that amazing.
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Jings, I wouldn’t go that far! Thanks for your feedback though 🤗👍
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I’d say from the photo and the poem that your loch holds some magic.
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Magic place right enough. Strangely, that Loch is only less than a mile from our house. Never paid to much attention to it until lockdown and we were only allowed short walks. Amazing how you look at things differently in such times and appreciated the beauty all around you. Opens your eyes somehow. Sure you’ve felt the same.
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Yes, I have. I remember the first time I felt that way was returning for a visit to Vermont after living in Virginia for a couple of years. We rounded a curve in the road, and I saw the Mississquoi river before me with the Green Mountains rising behind it. The view was so beautiful it took my breath away. I had ridden that stretch of road thousands of times growing up and never noticed.
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