10,000 lakes August 17, 2014 Yell Sound, Shetland, 2014, R.A.D. Stainforth time flew though just for a few of us the rest stayed stuck between rocks & sand art ultimatums beautiful sunsets being the reason oh how we hastened That Grand Goodbye, but... oh how we lingered to go 2014-Rene Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Labels Magpie Tales Poem poetry Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerAugust 17, 2014 at 3:24 PMAh-I might be among those lingering just to catch a couple of more minutes! Lovely write Rene!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyBerowneAugust 17, 2014 at 3:34 PMSand art ultimatum - neat...ReplyDeleteRepliesReply21 WitsAugust 17, 2014 at 5:11 PMOne never ever truly wants to leave the sea!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyUnknownAugust 17, 2014 at 7:29 PMI feel that feet dragging trying to gather the last glimpse in the lens.Enjoyable writingReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAnonymousAugust 17, 2014 at 9:38 PM"stuck between rocks and sand art ultimatums" is gorgeous!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplySherry Blue SkyAugust 17, 2014 at 9:57 PMBeautiful and poignant.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyJinksyAugust 18, 2014 at 4:50 AMTakes a lot of imagination to see that sunset-farewell...ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyZQAugust 18, 2014 at 8:13 AMNice!ZQReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAnonymousAugust 18, 2014 at 11:00 PMSand art ultimatums... delicious!Love and Light, SReplyDeleteRepliesReplyKayAugust 19, 2014 at 3:19 PMlovely magpie!!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyEddie BluelightsAugust 20, 2014 at 6:57 PMBeautifully crafted ~ Magpie I am sure is proud of your poem ~ Eddie . . . :)ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyCarrie Van HornAugust 21, 2014 at 4:30 PMThat last stanza is glorious Rene!!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyTess KincaidAugust 23, 2014 at 2:46 PMSand art ultimatums...oh yeah...ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyIndigo RothAugust 24, 2014 at 10:45 AMBeautiful and evocative x IndigoReplyDeleteRepliesReplylynn'sgardenSeptember 13, 2014 at 7:14 AMSo good, Rene!!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAdd commentLoad more... Post a Comment Please drop a penny in a poet's hat :
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Ah-I might be among those lingering just to catch a couple of more minutes! Lovely write Rene!
ReplyDeleteSand art ultimatum - neat...
ReplyDeleteOne never ever truly wants to leave the sea!
ReplyDeleteI feel that feet dragging trying to gather the last glimpse in the lens.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyable writing
"stuck between rocks and sand art ultimatums" is gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and poignant.
ReplyDeleteTakes a lot of imagination to see that sunset-farewell...
ReplyDeleteNice!
ReplyDeleteZQ
Sand art ultimatums... delicious!
ReplyDeleteLove and Light, S
lovely magpie!!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully crafted ~ Magpie I am sure is proud of your poem ~ Eddie . . . :)
ReplyDeleteThat last stanza is glorious Rene!!
ReplyDeleteSand art ultimatums...oh yeah...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and evocative x Indigo
ReplyDeleteSo good, Rene!!
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