Day Four of Everyday Inspiration course asks for a story, essays, poems, and personal musings in a single image. I have chosen my image though, instead of the stock photos provided, and a poem by Oscar Wilde.
I should have written something myself, but this prompt didn’t lead me to it. The call was stronger to seek refuge where I go for inspiration – the sea, and the words of masters -, and come back later with my own in a next post.
My Voice
Within this restless, hurried, modern world
We took our hearts’ full pleasure – you and I,
And now the white sails of our ship are furled,
and spent the lading of our argosy.
Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan
For every weeping is my gladness fled,
Sorrow has paled my young mouth’s vermilion,
And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.
But all this crowded life has been to thee
No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell,
Of viols, or the music of the sea
That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.
I enjoyed both your image and the choice of poem, Lucile. 🙂
janet
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Thanks Janet. Always a privilege to get your comments.
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I can only agree with Janet. Both words and image touch me greatly.
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I’m glad you were touched by this combination.
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And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed… powerful stuff, Lucile. There are days when climbing out can be a struggle. Where is your photo- is that Morro Bay?
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Indeed. I was struck by this poem.
And yes, I relate to your comment.
This is Aguillas, Spain. I think what you see it’s Isla del Fraile.
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