
Poet
aged and lonely
riding gently over the sea
The ferry woman dips
her paddle
singing the song
the song of her fathers
westerly, westerly
we go to the Island
where your beloved
is waiting for thee
Fran
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February 21, 2007 in Art, Poetry by cronelogical

Poet
aged and lonely
riding gently over the sea
The ferry woman dips
her paddle
singing the song
the song of her fathers
westerly, westerly
we go to the Island
where your beloved
is waiting for thee
Fran
Riversleigh Manor
Murmuring Woods
Cyberia, City of Ladies
The Hermitage
On the Road with Enchanteur
The Digital Atelier
The Cave of the Ancients
Lemurian Abbey
Halloween Party, 2006
The Heroine's Journey
Aboard the Calabar Felonway
The Pythian Games
Isle of the Temple People
Isle of Ancestors
The Temple of Solace
Grand Tour
Lemurian Tour
The Gypsy Camp

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February 21, 2007 at 1:35 pm
lorigloyd
A poem about an end or a new beginning? Depends on the reader, for sure. The image is lovely as well.
February 21, 2007 at 6:27 pm
Robin
I wondered that too — an or a new beginning? It’s all the same, I suppose, in that a beginning usually requires an ending of some sort.
This is beautiful, Fran.
February 21, 2007 at 11:44 pm
Heather Blakey
Ah Fran. This touches me very deeply. I rowed and rowed, paddled hard and ended up back here to try to begin again with my loved ones closely tucked in my heart.
February 22, 2007 at 5:00 am
imogen88
Yes, it has a feel like a circle. Love the image.