The Sea
The sea is a nomad
Wandering from land to land
Destined never to rest in pools
Or to find eternal calm.
The sea is pushed and pulled
By the moon, the wind and sun
Unseen forces that drag
Saltwater onto terra firma.
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Friday, 9 May 2025
Thursday, 8 May 2025
Tim Taylor/United Kingdom
Mountain Mist
The mist clings to me as I walk,
dotting my skin with gems of cold.
To left and right
there should be peaks and plunging valleys,
but I see nothing that I cannot touch.
Upon this open mountainside
Dennis Tomlinson/United Kingdom
By the Itterbeek
a slow weedy stream
a heron rises
crosses my gravelly path
flies through leaning oaks
to land
steps through green pasture
Monday, 5 May 2025
Sagawa Aki/Japan
Soul Diver
I dive into the human sea-bottom
I search for a soul like a clear pearl
An extraordinary secretion inside the shell-body
Guarded by the hands of a water nymph
Distorted yet brilliant
Resembling the softness of white flesh
Its core the trematode in ancient darkness
Its kernel a nothing grain of sand
Sunday, 4 May 2025
Park Nohae/Republic of Korea
Once Again
A person full of hope
is already hope.
A person seeking the way
is already a new way.
A truly good person
is already a good world.
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