
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.


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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