a grey friday afternoon
on my way home
from the weekly shop
stopped to feast my eyes
food for the soul
i cannot remember when
the little sail boat was not there
ever present
ever moored
for decades
no one around
this view all to myself
and in that rare moment
i found a delicious peace
wearing a smile
the expanse of the bridge
*Sigh*
ReplyDeleteI love this... feels like a stolen moment of peace.
-B
oh, I like that smile the expanse of the bridge, keep smiling :)
ReplyDeleteah...drops of tranquility...both the lines & photos...
ReplyDeleteSydney is always fascinating isn't it? Especially when you get slightly off the beaten track to be entranced by what you find.
ReplyDeleteYes it's a knockout...but it does not stop rapacious developers from trying to destroy it....
DeleteSuch a beautiful spot, and words to match its beauty ,,, but now you have me curious about the little sailboat, moored there for decades!
ReplyDeleteSo lovely......I wonder if the little sailboat ever gets taken for a sail!
ReplyDeleteNice feeling write...Peace.
ReplyDeleteZQ
Oh I love this - both the sight and your poem. How wonderfully you write of those smiling moments.
ReplyDeleteAh yes, food for the soul indeed.
ReplyDeleteThis is definitely food for the soul...the photos, your words....the thought of finding peace in surroundings like that. Beautiful, Rall :-)
ReplyDeleteWearing a smile and finding peace are both good things!
ReplyDeleteOooh this is soo lovely!
ReplyDeleteThat is one wide smile, one fine peace/piece.
ReplyDeleteYes,, food for the soul. We all need it.
ReplyDeleteA stolen moment, from a world, Hellbent on destroying these moments of tranquility.
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