(📩 140 words, poetry, a four-minute read)

The last car, angry, leaves the sloping bank

Bullets from rubber as gravel flies

Inside, warring words, a hiss of parting

Then gone…

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Devoid of jagged sound, our ears extend

The tiny hum of far-off workers’ journeys

Streaming home, their day is done

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Save those last few miles, then softer, glorious home

A place to which we will return – in normal time

But this is not complete, nor here…

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…And now, when light falls from darkening sky

And mercury melds the tidal ponds aflame,

The Collie’s eager call; the ball that must be thrown,

The simple sense of now; cold sea and harsher winds.

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The inner glow that shines the silence of unsaid,

She watches me, hearing nothing, sensing all,

Brown love, golden, pierces my eyes

And once, again, the shore is hers … and mine.

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©Stephen Tanham 2024

All photos taken and processed on an iPhone 12 ProMax.

Stephen Tanham is a writer-photographer and mystical teacher. He is the founding Director of the Silent Eye, which offers an intuitionally-guided journey from the state of conscious personality to the awakening of realised personal Self and its world of Being.

There are two blog streams:

http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk

(mystically-oriented writing)

and

http://www.suningemini.blog

(general interest, poetry and travel)