Welcome to my blog. I am Cuby, I hope you enjoy everything you see and read here.
Everything appearing here is my own work written or photographed in Cornwall where the beautiful landscape continues to inspire me.
You've picked one of my favourite topics here! Love the idea of lace like waves, that, together with the movement of the waves conjures up an image of the Elizabethan bathers, too. (btw...have been in twice and it's still freezing! )x
Yes, lace captures that pattern of foam as the waves break perfectly. I also remember watching with fascination, the lace forming on the wake of our ship travelling to England when I was six years old.
So sorry to have missed commenting on so many of your lovely poems lately but I have read and enjoyed all of them. I loved the reference to Elizabethan lace ruffles, a perfect analogy!
In an earlier poem you mentioned swans knocking on the boat which reminded me that my husband often mentions his childhood memories of holidays spent on his parent's boat and how the swans would wake them in the mornings by knocking on the windows, asking for bread :-)
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You've picked one of my favourite topics here! Love the idea of lace like waves, that, together with the movement of the waves conjures up an image of the Elizabethan bathers, too. (btw...have been in twice and it's still freezing! )x
Oh, that's exactly like it is, too! You have such a gift with words.
Yvonne: There were paddlers and surfers in wetsuits but none as brave as you! Glad you liked my idea.
KaHolly: So pleased you enjoyed this one. :)
A lovely poem, it makes me think of water. And that's something we need out here desperately.
Al: We have plenty of all kinds of water! Too much. It is pouring again right now. Glad you liked my words.
I can vision your poem. Beautiful.
Lovely, Cuby and I, too, liked the lace image.
Simone de Klerk: Thanks, pleased you enjoyed this one.
Welshcakes: It seems the lace image has worked, thanks for the comments.
I can hear them lapping along the shore.
Lovely! Oh.. I want to let my feet meet those soft waves meeting the sand and my feet.. :)
a beatiful descriptions, reflecting my thoughts when I sit by the sea
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Yes, lace captures that pattern of foam as the waves break perfectly. I also remember watching with fascination, the lace forming on the wake of our ship travelling to England when I was six years old.
CherryPie: I am so glad you can enjoy them with me.
Viola: Walking through them on the sand would be lovely but the sea is still cold!
Ola: Thanks and glad you enjoyed this poem.
Lady M: Lace seems to have worked here, I am pleased about that.
Must be a continual source of inspiration for you. Lovely poem.
You must be out on your boat. I spent most of my day looking over a series of small lakes.
Nancy Claeys: We are so near the sea with its changing moods. Pleased you liked it.
Out on the prairie: I was on a low grassy cliff this time. A series of small lakes sounds so pretty?!
Stopped in at all three of your blogs...love the Sheep on your header, the serenity of the flowers and your poem is GREAT!...:)JP
A Quiet Corner: Good to see you here. Really pleased you enjoyed this poem.
You're absolutely right! It looks just like lace. Wonderful!
Doris: Thanks.
So sorry to have missed commenting on so many of your lovely poems lately but I have read and enjoyed all of them. I loved the reference to Elizabethan lace ruffles, a perfect analogy!
In an earlier poem you mentioned swans knocking on the boat which reminded me that my husband often mentions his childhood memories of holidays spent on his parent's boat and how the swans would wake them in the mornings by knocking on the windows, asking for bread :-)
Congratulations on your recent 100th poem!
ShySongbird: I am so pleased to hear that you are reading and enjoying my poemz, that is great.:)
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