Barmston looking from Fraisethorpe
-John Law
Kerfe Roig, “Distances”
How do we measure distance?
Between yesterday and tomorrow,
the light of long-dead stars echo
like a voice, a song, a laugh
lingering in memory, and dreams
that bridge the distance
between imaginary and real,
to tumble over and over like waves–
but where does a wave go? And does it roll,
or unroll onto the shore as it picks up and deposits the sand,
each grain a part of something larger—
a rock, a meteor, a star—
the distance between before and now
a footprint on the beach, gone.
For Paul Brookes’ Ekphrastic Challenge. You can see all the art and read the poems here.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
Thank you, Paul.
I liked the way you brought the sound of the waves and the sound of laughter and song into this poem.
Thank you very much!
Beautifully done. Waves bring memories and new thoughts, don’t they?
Yes, they do. Thank you, Dale!
Pleasure!
You took distance to a new level. 🙂
Oh so beautiful dear Merril
“Does it roll or unroll onto the shore…”
Thank you so much, Rene!
Isn’t it funny what one starts wondering about? 😀
It certainly is, but we have lots to wonder about these days! 💛
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This is beautiful, Merril!
Thank you, Jill!
I love the comparison of distances in time with distances in space here, which are after all, really the same thing. I like the shift from the specific to the universal, and back again 😊
Thank you very much, Ingrid! I appreciate this thoughtful comment!
Very thought-provoking, Merril. You are so prolific!
Thanks so much, Luanne! 😀
Such memorable reflections, Merril
Thank you so much, Derrick.
We can never capture time. (K)
No, we never can.
We cannot capture time….but, if we tried as hard as we could, I think this poem touches what our hearts might want to say.
Oh, that’s so lovely and kind. Thank you, Linda! 💙
wow I love the depths and tones of this … these are indeed not measurable!
Thanks so much, Kate!