Places Known

There are places that seem to know us before we arrive, perhaps, even before we’ve thought of them. Sacred places, special places that resonate with memory in the fold of rock upon rock, sea against shore, a mist that drifts in light and moist, a single standing stone come upon unexpectedly, there, singing with the breeze. Places we can return to, again and again in our minds, hearts. Or perhaps they’re one off places, something deep, renewing, confirming.Image

Advertisements

About bydda88

I love poetry, writing, especially writing as healing, as touching the sacred, being touched. And place, places dreaming us, us them. Coasts, rivers, canyons; the ordinary things too, the small things, gestures that reach out.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s