Gratitude is the sign of noble souls ~ Aesop

Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving ~ Kahlil Gabran

Joy delights in joy ~ William Shakespeare

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

The Isle of Eigg

I read today
about a remote
Scottish isle
that Sings

the beaches
have special sand
made of tiny
quartz Crystals

and when the winds
dry the grains
they huddle together
and Hum

a symphony of sand
whispering in the wind
an ancient rhythm
primordial Music

and just the knowledge
that such a place exists
makes my glad
heart Dance


  1. Totally true! Isn't that amazing??

  2. Your poetry is growing like a weed, if weeds bloom and perfume.... :) Maybe this sounds ostentatious, but it seems like your poetry has grown exponentially in the past few years. Or is this a hidden talent?

  3. Others have also been thus inspired to write of such places...

    "This is our only prayer: May no one come to lift his hand from her leg. Let thunder never find its voice. Hold sound and light, those battling twins, apart. There is a meadow that separates death’s chilly gate and the tumbling nothingness beyond, in which our Joseph and Celice are lying, cushioned by the sunlight and the grass, and held in place by nothing firmer than his fingertips" ~ Jim Crace, "Being Dead"

    Baritone Bay – so named because the sand, at certain times, with certain winds, sings with a low hum.

  4. Marty, I am humbled to be gifted with such a compliment by someone like you. I am certainly writing more poetry...although I'm green and haven't yet learned the great art of editing. Hopefully, with time. Also I think it helps that I have begun to read poetry every day. I have always been so inspired by yours...send me some when you have the time:)

  5. V.L., what a moving quote, thank you. I love the name Baritone Bay (I happen to be partial to alliteration:) And it is quite wonderful to get a comment from someone new!

  6. Pleasure and gratitude are mine, Kara. Though new to leaving comments, I've been a devoted reader for quite some time.

    You and Ryan have become a heartwarming affirmation that Mary's wish can actually come true...

  7. V.L., I am so glad to heat that:) Do we know each other personally, or just through this blog? My Grandmother's maiden name was Vaughn and when you mentioned Mary's gift (her first name) I thought maybe we were related. Of course, when I clicked on the link I was surprised and happy to discover one of my favorite scenes in movie history. Thank you!

  8. Far as I know, ours is but a cyber-connection only...

    Though a shared maiden/surname could explain a bequeathed genetic membership into a club nobody wishes to belong? (see: Headax Club)

    I've been trying to renounce membership for most of my life –- to no avail. The Lodge I belong to refuses acknowledgment of the Groucho Marxian, "I would never wanna belong to a club that would have me as a member."

    So when the officers stop by to collect their torturous dues, I ask: "Okay then, who do ya gotta fuck to get outta this movie???"

    To which they merrily reply: "Relax old sport, we'll be doing all the fornicating in this scene."

  9. V.L. I am so sorry to hear that you are a fellow migraine sufferer...I've never heard it called the Headax Club, but it is quite a fitting moniker! And I feel humbled and happy that you found your way to my site...welcome:)