i like those 3 objects on the shelf, too.

rated, but not completely understood (and thats ok). I liked the calm reflective perspective from which it was written.

Just when I think I've finally read the perfect poem, another contender comes along. And your pictures...lordy. I'm glad you didn't give us music to go along with this or I might have levitated and not known how to get back down. rated with stirred emotions and clashing thoughts

Spoken like the poet you are - beautiful, mystical, grounded and flightful in the same moment. Thank you! ~r

It's all good.

Oh scupper. Your stuff is always just a little cryptic -- I always stumble on something.

"breaking lashes rapidly brushing the palm of your hand"... I am so very literal-minded, and I'm just trying to work out what was going on. No, no don't tell me.

But that red bob -- were you nearly drowned? Or is it just the red bob that surfaces from hazy memories? (At 3, for me, it was a fireplace cover landing on my toe.)

I stay with it, because your sentences are so very pretty.

Evocative and rich.

The sky bluing yonder.I want to go there.I love the pictures too.

that second sentence claws at me. took note of the images. bright and beautiful in the beginning. dark in the middle. and a new day dawning in the following. suits the sentences.

pleasure reading you.

Balanced. I hope it is a good place to be.

Your words and cadence and meaning are perfect. I'm so glad to know you here.

This stirred up all kinds of things, particularly the second sentence. "[F]resh hours pass lone and balanced as if on a shelf" was also evocative.

A life set in water, but not floating aimlessly: with compass; with balance; despite a memory of wet-eyed lashes, partly because of the memory of that strong arm?

"fresh hours..."

i loved that.

intense and provoking and then resolution. rated.

Nobody on OS combines poetry, photographs and mysterious nuance better than you, scupper. Nobody. Highly rated.

How peaceful your last.... I am happy for you Scupper..

I didn't know you could post photos. It's so unfair and wonderfully done, too.

There's the undercurrent of pain that cuts me, too, as if I am there, and unable to do anything about it.
And beauty, there is always beauty in your words.

This one blows me away. rated.

Scupper..very well expressed...this reaches out in a sense. Loved it!

I can't do better than what Vanessa said. Really. R

Your last images of balance achieved and calmly maintained are beautiful.

You have almost everything you need, then. Apart from the red bob, and you can make a red bob, easy.
The drama in the middle was amazing scupper.
Some three sentences. So much, I'm learning, in that quiet life.

Echoing what Cartouche said...

transporting beauty. The best poem of this open call, methinks

beautiful and vivid. the last sentence leaves me feeling peaceful.