An early arriver on the beach, I see my life’s remnants randomly scattered I am the collector of this flotsam and jetsam piecing my final months together I notice one morning clouds hang over the near horizon and a sharp-sailed ship cutting the swell
Thank you for your beautiful share dear Juliet 💚 I too do not wish for it to be the last of the month so will let your magic unfolk for the month of October too by going back to read them all again - as a wise man once told me (dear Jon Cree ;-)) that poems should definitly be read multiple times :-) Sending buckets full of gratitude, appreciation and love now and always, MX🌿
This is so viscerally bound...thanks Juliet, I am feeling something so deeply held and helping us feel into where you've come and where you're going.
Just read this while witnessing a Spring tide rolling into the Cornish coast running down the stormy waves and rolling with the thunder, staying afloat trying not to be driven under.
Thankyou to your dear heart and ever generous open words 🙏💚
Oh Juliet, you capture your experience so poetically and at the same time it is so heart wrentching. You are such a brave and generous soul, sail well with the rhythm of the white horses x
I really didn’t want to read the last poem of the month. Thank you for your tenacious images and words at this time. Love this poem Juliet, sending you and yours love 🥰 axxx
Thank you for your beautiful share dear Juliet 💚 I too do not wish for it to be the last of the month so will let your magic unfolk for the month of October too by going back to read them all again - as a wise man once told me (dear Jon Cree ;-)) that poems should definitly be read multiple times :-) Sending buckets full of gratitude, appreciation and love now and always, MX🌿
This is so viscerally bound...thanks Juliet, I am feeling something so deeply held and helping us feel into where you've come and where you're going.
Just read this while witnessing a Spring tide rolling into the Cornish coast running down the stormy waves and rolling with the thunder, staying afloat trying not to be driven under.
Thankyou to your dear heart and ever generous open words 🙏💚
Oh Juliet, you capture your experience so poetically and at the same time it is so heart wrentching. You are such a brave and generous soul, sail well with the rhythm of the white horses x
I really didn’t want to read the last poem of the month. Thank you for your tenacious images and words at this time. Love this poem Juliet, sending you and yours love 🥰 axxx
Love this one Juliet. All my love, Polly XXX