“Passersby” — Image by kenne
A mom and a son
Walk along a windy beach
Black on a white post.
kenne
The Outer Backs (OBX) of North Carolina — Images by kenne
Walking On The Morning Beach
The herons cry, the sea gulls screech,
In the graying light of dawn
I come upon a sandy form;
And reaching down I almost toddle,
Grasping it, it is a bottle,
Caked with sea weed and with sand,
It feels so cold within my hand;
I brush the sand off the green glass,
I almost drop it from my grasp;
But seeing there’s a note within,
I am intrigued by such a whim;
I work the cork to pull it out,
It’s glued within the tapered spout,
I hold the bottle by the stock
And smash it on a sea side rock;
I lift the paper from the shards,
And open it, it is a card;
It’s damp with algae and sea stained,
It bears a cry, ‘Please love Elaine.’
For who on what isle so remote
Would send this missive, desperate note;
To whom there’d be such chanced appeal;
Above the sea gulls float and wheel;
From what sandy strand or distant cove
Did she cast this treasure trove,
An urgent cry from out the heart,
But where to find her, where to start?
And so I’m on the internet,
As a path a better bet;
To find the soul far out of reach,
Who’s cry I found upon the beach.
The North Carolina Outer Banks (OBX) at Duck — Images by kenne
The Outer Banks, North Carolina
Divide the ocean and the bay
Inviting, is this string of islands
Vacationers to come and play
Two hundred miles of pristine beaches
As far as any eye can see
Morning brings the perfect sunrise
On this land along the sea
The light house on Cape Hatteras
Guided many ships at night
The beaches outside Kitty Hawk
Saw the very first manned flight
The home to herds of feral ponies
Where the pirate Blackbeard died
English settled long ago
Still to this day they do reside
The climate always feels like summer
All along this eastern shore
Once you stop here for a visit
We know that you’ll come back for more
by Jack Ivey
On The Elizabeth II Sailing Ship — Images by kenne
In a Corner of the Ship
The old
ship
darkens
his sober face.
Through the open
porthole
he listens
to the sea —
Prelude to
the new.
kenne
Duck, North Carolina Shoreline — iPhone image by kenne
Based on the forecast, we expected to be inside all day as tropical storm Andrea passed through, but about 11:00 p.m. the rained stopped and the clouds began to break up. This is one image taken on my iPhone to share now. Most of my images are one my D800.
kenne
Beach along the Outer Banks of North Carolina (April 2008) — Images by kenne
Joy braving the wind and cold temperatures.
To Make Soft . . .
Words,
words are nothing
Feelings,
feelings are everything
Struggling,
struggling to share feelings
Placing,
placing petitions of desire
Door,
to the door of your heart
Shut,
shut not the door
Love,
love will break the heart
Scorn,
scorn not what we do
Looking,
looking for peace of mind
Truth,
truth will set us free
Explaining,
explaining not what is real
Complicated,
to complicated to follow
Knowing,
knowing not our time to go
Lifetime,
lifetime is no time at all
This is a poem I wrote five years ago when we were on the Outer Banks of North Carolina (April, 2008). In a few weeks we will return for another brief visit and in Virginia — hopeful the weather will be better.
kenne
Outer Banks of North Carolina — Image by kenne
Image by kenne
