So beautiful, my friend. As always, I love the marriage of the music and the images. This song in particular is really great. What a strange and truly bizarre thing to live on the bottom of what was once an ancient seabed…
Well Jack … could just be in the eye of the beholder but my nanny senses are radaring in on an increase in the fold. Spring is a springing… Lovely post my dear…
Thank you, Jana. Maybe your “nanny senses” felt one of my Nubian does as she was having quadruplets Friday morning. That would certainly qualify as an increase to the fold.
What a joy that was! The music is a fantastic companion scrolling down and up seeing new things each time. Beautiful!
Thank you, Steven. I am truly glad that you got joy from the post.
A wonderful reflection. . .
So beautiful, my friend. As always, I love the marriage of the music and the images. This song in particular is really great. What a strange and truly bizarre thing to live on the bottom of what was once an ancient seabed…
Salt Creek
Twisted barbed wire
Like a crown of thorns
Calls back to a day forlorn
The weathered winter
And moss on the tree
Echo back from eternity
The roots spread
Into the mirrored glass
Of river—flowing past
Salt Creek flows ancient
As the ocean—Layered history
Rust, roots and rock—antiquity
© February 20, 2014, Robbie Pruitt
Robbie, I like the poem a lot. Thank you so much for your heart and words, and being willing to share them here.
Well Jack … could just be in the eye of the beholder but my nanny senses are radaring in on an increase in the fold. Spring is a springing… Lovely post my dear…
Thank you, Jana. Maybe your “nanny senses” felt one of my Nubian does as she was having quadruplets Friday morning. That would certainly qualify as an increase to the fold.