Braille

chore'graphed reflections upon
water's fickle surface- beyond,
the sun becomes tie dyed wrinkles,
raised waves of sparkly Braille letters-
those seafaring, pointy setters
frontally scudding with the wind.
you would have understood me
had you waited my fingertips
to chafe your salty collection.

9 comments:

Greyscale Territory said...

This is weighted with exotic passion ~ all captured on a salty breeze! Absolutely beautiful!

Brad Myers said...

Hello Michelle, thanks for stopping by as often as you do and for the kind comments. I did check out your blackhawk photo the other week when you mentioned it. Maybe in a couple of weeks I will have some great photos from our vacation trip.

Have a great summer, Brad

Sara said...

I like it! And not just because I can get lost staring at the surface of water doing the pretty things it does.

Shawna said...

*Snaps*

Shawna's Study Abroad

lissa said...

lovely waves of words...

Quiet Paths said...

Oh, I rather got the shivers reading this. (In a good way.) Very nice.

carry on keith said...

This is absolutely lovely and a fantastic take on the prompt. Thanks so much for your continued support.

lisaschaos said...

So tasteful! I can feel the letters!

Bone said...

Beautifully wistful. Loved this line, MJ:

water's fickle surface