this same boat speaking with no one driven by hooves of white air outward, is one of nature's most intense images, takes the expression of a body becomes movement becomes wave becomes a guileless flower of man
I am spending the week in Seabrook Island, SC and was inspired to write this short poem as I was sitting on the beach this afternoon, doodling in my notebook, and spotted a lonely boat.


10 responses to “This Same Boat”
Où ira ce voilier confondu avec les nuages qui rendent mon esprit si heureux? Beau poème et beau dessin. Un art pur que vous créez toujours.
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Merci, J. Il est étonnant de voir comment les objets les plus ordinaires renaissent quand on est en présence de la beauté.
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I love your personification of the boat. A beautiful and relaxing image, both your poem and seeing an actual boat. Most fun to be in one! I love S.C. 💓 Enjoy your time and thank you for taking the time to write and share. 😊
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Thanks, Michele! Sometimes it’s reward enough just to capture a moment in such beautiful scenery. I love it here, too, and although I don’t live far (Charlotte), I don’t get down here nearly enough. 🙂
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I hope you are enjoying Seabrook, Island :)…it looks beautiful, serene…and the poem captures the effortless beauty of nature sharing its power with man as he becomes a part of its landscape. Wonderful.
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Thank you very much. And such a beautiful comment! 🙂 There is something miraculous and soothing about the sea and all of its creatures.
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Where is seabrook island ? Can u join you someday ? Have never been out of india
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It’s just outside of Charleston, South Carolina. If you ever find yourself in the southeastern US, just let me know. 🙂
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Haha yes 😎👌🏻
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