Tag: Seven Seas Lagoon

The Bench

There doesn’t seem to be a glimmer, No sun to be seen. It’s hidden high, Hiding Nigh beyond the gathering ominous overcast . My lonely dockside bench Side-casts a looming shadow upon the slaking slats, As if waiting, On guard against the choppy, darkening…

Rain

Rain, Sitting here inside, Waiting for the skies to clear, Hoping our vacation isn’t smeared, And yet I see only Rain, Pouring down in sheets upon this sleepy calm lagoon, It’s time has come to drench this lovely cove with cleansing droplets; Rain, I’ll…

Textured Layers

While gliding on the resort launch on our way to the Magic Kingdom, my eye was initially drawn to the brilliant, white puffy clouds hovering against a perfect sky-blue sky, as the monorail zoomed across the spanse. I snapped this Photo. It wasn’t until…

Beyond the Drapes

I oft’  deny a few more precious winks, To rise from down-soft sleeping place, sublime. Beyond the heavy drapes, as night moon sinks, The light is changing with each tick of time. Feeling blindly, camera case inclined and leaning close aside the rattan chair,…

Aspects of Light

Brightly Lit:   I had a difficult time selecting a single photo to epitomize this week’s Photo Friday prompt, “Brightly Lit”. I soon realized that there are many, equally compelling  interpretations. *** Brightly Lit: Direct Light: The indescribably bright, white-hot flame flickering in a beachside fire pit.  

Stripes and Shadows (Photo Friday: Panorama)

***** Stripes and shadows long,  languorous, lagoon launch-watch, Mid-day reverie. *****

Sibling Musings

Everything hurt! Yet there, beneath the sand, A calming sense of clammy warmth filled me, My brother piled it on, with scoop-filled hands, And devilish and unrelenting glee. Though buried deep, I knew how effortlessly, With burst of will and strength I could arise,…

Acceptance

  Sitting on the dock of ‘Poly’ Bay, Scanning left to right and back again, Beaches where my grandsons freely play, Deep blue wavelets rippling on lagoon. Our fantasy vacation-land, like ‘Troon’, Is ever in our mind’s eye, winter long, When summer comes around, it’s…

Morning has broken!

Stillness settles in upon my soul Each dewy dawn before the world awakes, From distant towns and leas I hear the wave of waking birdsong welcoming the sun, Washing near as night skies fade away, The nightingale departs, his nocturne ends. Morning!  

The Winding Path

“When did you know you were lost?” he asked (so wise), Since he’d been there and back, a long time yore he’d gone too far astray, his sad demise lay fossil-like: a starfish washed ashore. His journey was circuitous, yet sure of his intent, he…

Floating Dock

Craving these misty mornings, Escaping to night-shattering dawn, Rocking to the gentle undulations, Sloshing soft on un-named lake lagoon, Beating a metronomic pulse: Soul-stirring. Treading barefoot on grainy planks, Leaving sleepy-land behind, Feeling safely tethered, yet free, Floating, yet (the rub) still captive, Vanishing,…

White Heron Hopes

***************************** Milky plumage bright, Sadly reign o’er lush lagoon, Sunrise Point no more. ********** I took this photograph from the top of “Sunrise Point”, one sun-warmed morning at the Polynesian Village. I didn’t know then what this beautiful white heron may have sensed; that in the…

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