Monday, May 26, 2008

Ebb & Flow

I let myself flow onwards, I swim through my mind back and forth. My soul still sings the song that once we wrote together. We had a dream. We had everything. We rode together to the end of the world. We slew dragons. We climbed skyscrapers. The peace is gone now. I lack balance, I fall down. Still, I let myself flow onwards. I swim through my mind. But I always come back to that same place.

26 comments:

Mone said...

*****hugh*****HUGS*****beautiful***

Carla said...

Mone, Thanks. Much appreciated.

visionsdenied said...

Enchanting both the delightful image and of your mystique within words.


May the "same place" be one of where a heart is guided...

Anonymous said...

Alice: "How can I find her?"

Cheshire Cat: "Well, some go this way, some go that way. But as for me, myself, personally, I prefer the shortcut."

Randy

Carla said...

Peter, Where one finds guidance to be sure. One does not find direction unless one first seeks it.

Randy, I like shortcuts, but sometimes that ends up being the long way around.

dawn said...

Wow. Sad and mysterious but still a vivid picture.

Carla said...

Dawn, Thanks.

thailandchani said...

Very nice writing! Really vivid!

VE said...

I like that piece of writing! Very nice.

jillie said...

That is truly a picture that kind of plays with the emotions.

Love the picture of the shells. I use to have a jar filled with shells from all the places I have ever been to. Sadly, I dropped it and they all broke. Maybe it's time to start a new one.

The Fool said...

Follow the ebb and flow until you are clear of the flotsam and jetsam, Nomad. Writing is a good ally in finding one's way.

As the children's rhyme says, "We all fall down..." Here's to solid ground and getting back on your feet...

*clink*

Carla said...

Chani, I'm glad you like it. It's certainly something that many of us go through.

VE, Thanks, most kind.

Carla said...

Jillie, I too collect whatever shells catch my fancy when I'm on a beach. Blissful happiness. Now I just need to figure out what to do with them all.

Carla said...

Fool, Writing certainly helps with clarity. Husha, husha, falling down is certainly no excuse to not get back up on one's feet.
*clink* *clink*

Pink said...

it may feel like the same place, but the tide swishes things around and its all new again and impermanent.

xx
pinks

Carla said...

Pink, True, nothing ever repeats itself exactly. There are always subtle differences.

Steffi said...

Wow...beautiful!We have here on the North Sea EEbb and Flow too!I like your writing too!

Carla said...

Steffi, Perhaps you will be surprised to know that that picture was taken at the North Sea. It's a small world, isn't it?

Annie Wicking and Loman Austen said...

What wonderful words! They paint pictures in my mind.

Best wishes

Annie

Carla said...

Annie, How wonderful that you've dropped in. I hope it means that your writing is going well.

Maggie said...

I love when I can picture it.

Carla said...

Maggie, Things seem so much more alive and vivid when we can picture them. I love it too.

Writer in Residence said...

May the "seeking" give "guidance" for in so doing - a vision may well appear...

Carla said...

Peter, Indeed.

JBelle said...

you should make yourself a coffee table book with these photos. I love this one, too. yum. and hugs. hang in there. The tides will turn. Things change.

Carla said...

JBelle, I must be tired as I keep reading, "you should make yourself a coffee," and think, "no it's a little late for that" before reading on. But I've got it now. Tides rise and fall, things change, and life is a beautiful adventure just as it should be.