Quince opens her heart as a gift to you for Valentine's
First the Flowers: Quince opens her heart as a gift to you for Valentine’s

And now  for you a poem that may be a love poem:

A Journey To End of the Earth

I

The road curls like the waves below the cliffs

land and water unite

under a white veil of fog

I drive slowly not to out drive our headlights

I tell my passenger

“we are on a journey to the end of the earth,

what else is there to do until the key is returned?”

“but we came to watch the sunset

we can’t see anything!”

says the passenger.

I know, we all know

where the road will take us. Repeating myself

“We are going to go to of the end of earth.” I drive on to

where the sky and sea will hold court.

Shadows of gulls and cormorants

rise up from below us

the land gives way to air and water.

Only the yellow guard rail acknowledges our arrival.

We’ve come this far we must get out

we must go all the way to the end of the Earth!

So, we silently walk into the clouds.

II

Now I can tell you for certain

if you are willing to

make your way the end of the earth

when you life requires you to

wait for a key.

you will find

a bride dressed all in

white ruffles.

Bride at the end of the earth
Bride at the end of the earth.

Putting it all together:  I had this story from years ago when a bride  seem to magically appeared out of the fog in Santa Cruz but  I never could  figure out how to frame it until Margo Rody asked us to write about land. Perhaps it’s even a love poem. Happy Valentine’s day.

19 thoughts

    1. First thank you. It is all true and that is the bride that appeared out of the fog. Isn’t it amazing what happens she you tell the truth and then sit back and listen to what it has to to tell you back.
      Oh and did you notice my lines are waves?
      Happy V. Day
      Carol

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        1. sounds like a cool place. Have you been there? I am fascinated by end of the earth places. The tip of South America always seems to call me but maybe the edge of Europe is easier to get to. Then there is where the US is 90 miles from Russia.
          Let me know when you get in town. Next week 😉
          Fun to dream!

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          1. Never been there Carol, but my friend has described it and referred to it many times. I’m content for now to snuggle into the hills and valleys of western PA but still, I suppose the idea still beckons to me.

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