Time and Tide,
Like Cherished Thoughts,
Caress the Shore of my Memory
And
Dance Across the Bright Horizon of my Tomorrow,
The Shifting Sands of
Joy, Love,
Loss, Sorrow;
While Waves of Hope I Fleetingly Borrow.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph found at : fineartamerica.com


It’s that image and memory thing again – and written so well.
What is it about this time of year ?
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nothing specifically, just how our memories wax and wane like a gentle tide.
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Lovely
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๐ Thank You Richard ๐
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really like “Caress the Shore of my Memory”
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๐ Thank You so much Paul ๐
Blessings and Joy~
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And the shape of this poem recreates the ebb and flow of those waves of hope. I enjoy reading your poetry.
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Thank You ever so much. In all honesty, it was unintentional, but Im fortunate that it does reflect that waxing and waning. I am even more fortunate that you enjoy what I write. Thank You so very much!!
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While Waves of Hope I Fleetingly Borrow – that is beautiful. but damned if every time i reach for one it doesn’t crash before me as hope sweeps on by.
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Where Hope is Fleeting, Faith Builds a Lifeboat ๐
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Thank You, by the by. You just inspired a comment from me that inspired a post ๐
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great. i’m glad i could help you. can’t wait to see it.
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Love of the idea of teaming up the beautiful photo with the wonderful poetry.
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Thank you so much for your kind visit and comment. I appreciate your stopping and am pleased you found something that made you smile ๐
Blessings~
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