Fireballs on the harbour,
electric, neon light,
laughter floating on a breeze –
seductive voice, a Williamstown night.
Each flame a lifetime’s story;
kaleidoscope of dreams,
lovers and stolen kisses,
beggars, kings and queens.
A yacht sways on the ocean;
freedom opens her eyes,
seconds linger infinitely,
the moment comes alive.
Knowing eyes speak wisdom
and hint at the joy of living
the free life of the daring,
of a need so carefully hidden.
Ryan Stone
Your paintings are as great as your poems. Have you been selling any of them? 🙂
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Thank you, Heather. Smoke and mirrors-I just do them with an iPad painting app copying drawings or photos. Takes time but very easy when I zoom in. They are ok at this size but low resolution and wouldn’t blow up very well. Thanks for the nice comments 🙂
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Sounds very like high technology stuff that I never knew. Thanks for sharing the information! The point, I love the visionary feelings from your works – beautifully inspiring (to me).:)
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‘The point’ is very well received thank you – that type of feedback is worth much more. Thanks again 🙂
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I just want to walk that bay… hand in hands with someone… what a lovely poem! 🙂
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Thank you once again, Joci. You are very good for my ego! 😉
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What a lovely comment 🙂
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A thrilling night! A beautiful weave of metaphors and personifications. I love the freedom being personified here. Genius you are! I would love to hear you read this 😀
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A thrilling night indeed 😉
You’re far too kind. Audio added just for you, my friend.
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I have a new word 😀 Harbor 😀 loved it!!
yay!!!!!
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😄😂😄
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😀
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