It’s been an evening soaking in poetry and this is the masterpiece that keeps calling me back to read and re-read:
love is a place
love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places
yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds
(e.e.cummings)
The place that says both love and yes to me is my precious Tramore Bay.
What thoughts or places does the poem evoke in you?
SOCIAL BRIDGE ~ Jean Tubridy connecting with you from Ireland 
Well, I have my Nueces Bay at sundown. I don’t remember reading this one of Cummings poems. Thanks for sharing it and your lovely bay.
CC, your bay sounds divine!
Isn’t the poem a real little gem. I could read e.e. all night!
Dreamland , because the real world is way too painful right now!
Oh Willow, I hope the pain isn’t too awful ~ mental or physical or both?
Sleep well, my dear friend.
Thanks Jean ❤
You’re welcome. Hope today is brighter.
🙂
Allihies, West Cork, where I feel happiest and most content with my life.
Hi Tric, yes, a gorgeous, gorgeous place. Ireland has so much to offer, hasn’t she?
Rolling waves that crest and fall, and take us from one moment to the next. 💛
Val, that resonate with me, for sure.
I love one of our local beaches called Duxbury Beach. Part of it is in Marshfield and the other in Duxbury. We use to live close to it and would walk on the sand after a Nor’Easter. Now they have it closed after the season, so trying to get to it without a four-wheel drive is hard. We do travel to the beach another way that is over a long wooden bridge. It has been there for eons and as you go over the bridge, the wood makes its own sounds..kind of scary because all there is ..is the ocean. There’s wild roses that grow and they have the most fragrant scent . I have beautiful colored rocks, and shells that the ocean deposits after each tide..it’s an inlet type beach. One side is the ocean and the other is a bay. A beautiful place to meditate especially after the summer crowd vacates. There’s Piping Plovers whose habitant is protected by law (you can’t walk on certain areas), also sand pipers skittering the shore, along with the gulls. They use to bring old Christmas trees and place them strategically on the sandy hills to stop the erosion.
Oh Joni, that beach sounds like my kind of place. And, I love your description of the bridge. I have a real thing about wooden bridges (as well as social ones!)
Beautiful words and image…and I love the image that Willowdot has posted also…that avenue of trees must be heaven to walk through. Hope all will be well with everyone soon:)
Thanks Olga. I agree with you about Willow’s avenue of trees. Delicious!