lost in the quiet noise, the water rolls
over the sand, rocking the minute
grains in an ancient lullaby, as the
ocean croons its whispered melody a
path revels in the revealing,
haphazard, wild, unrestrained,
imperfect perfection
leads me to the place my heart
expects
- communication, Communication between two parties or groups.
- Co-operation, working together.
- A relayer of information between two forces in an army or during war.
- A tryst, romantic meeting.
- (figurative) An illicit sexual relationship or affair.
Translations: Etymology: From French, liaison “binding”, from ligatio (stem ligation-), derived from ligare “to bind”.
My post for ABC Wednesday
wow! Beautiful, Jo!
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Thank you Brynna – your post inspired it actually.
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Very beautiful poem and photo!
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Thank you Theresa – it means a Lot when you say that. 🙂
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I always associate ‘liaison’ with the tryst. What that says about me, I don’t know.
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I think it says a lot about many of us – ’cause most of us do the same…hehehe
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I’d never thought of sand rocking, but with this I realize that of course it does.
L is for Loss
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Hi Roy – I was sitting here with my eyes closed imagining it – and that’s when I saw – it does. 🙂
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A lovely description of that most lovely of sounds.
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Thank you Liz – I really appreciate you popping in and saying that. 🙂
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I would love to be a liaison, liaising communication to another, in a figurative sort of way. 🙂
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There is always so much more to your comments you bad, bad pirate you…hehehe
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Any Pirate can be bad. It takes hard work and skill to be bad, bad. I can’t help it Jo, it’s a gift I have.
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A gift or a curse ???
A question to ponder perhaps…
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Wish I have your talent in poetry, they’re beautiful.
My ABC, please come and see.
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Thank you Rose 🙂
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Great word and post for L day. I love the shot of the waves crashing down.
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Thanks. 🙂 Glad to hear you liked it. I liked that shot myself – so pleased you do too.
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Love the ‘ancient lullaby’, I always associate the word with “Liaison Dangereuse”
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I can imagine that – funny – people’s associations with the word.
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Minute/time…minute/little…at first I was thinking of grains of sand in an hour glass; my brain is really tired…if there’s minute grains, are there hour grains? Never mind me….it is a lovely poem.
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I love the way your mind works – always looking for the unobvious.
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I associate liaison with a liaison officer at work who forgot to do her job and got me stuck in another country for 3 days. By the way when I typed liason (exactly the way it appears on your title) a red zigzag appeared under it. Is it just the computer or was the spelling deliberate on your part… just wondering.
Nice poem: “ancient lullaby” and “revels in the revealing” are my favorites.
– Hazel
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No – that was an oopsie on my part – now hastily rectified. Thanks for pointing it out.
Thanks Hazel – glad you found something other than an error in it as well.
😉
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I think I’ve been to the Bay of Plenty. Isn’t that it on the top eastern side of the North Island. Only been to New Zealand once . I was fascinated by the fields of deer and couldn’t imagine how the farmer kept them in the field. Great ‘L’s
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Not the very top – but you’re in the right direction. They build VERY high fences…hehehe
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Great poem jo,I should have to make more poems to..I’m inspired with yours..=)
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Hi John,
Thank you for saying that my poems inspire you – that is such a wonderful thing to hear. 🙂
I think you should write more poems too – the world needs more poems !!
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This poem is very well done! Simple, crisp, accurate!
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Thank you – I love that you think so.
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This was unexpected, but awesome!
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Awwww – thank you. I am so glad you liked it. 🙂
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Hello.
Great imagery with this poem.
Great photo.
Thanks for sharing & visiting.
The Last Kiss
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Thanks Andy I appreciate your comment 🙂
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