Feel my feet anchored
firmly to the Earth
its diurnal turning
telegraphs throughout my
bones.
Venus skims her arc
across the sky above my
head
I am waiting, waiting.
Waiting for that memory to arise.
The moving tide shifts
its waves towards the Moon
it sucks and heaves its spume
in elemental
motion.
Breeze with tang of ozone
circulating air
draws its silver clouds about the
ocean
I am waiting, waiting.
Waiting for that memory to arise.
About Me
- Garry Corbett
- An independent photographer with a passion for music and a love of people. As a photographer I specialise in people, particularly musicians, places and general pictorial images. I have had work published in the photographic press, newspapers, books and exhibited widely. My jazz photographs have been featured on CD sleeves and used in web design. I am also a published poet.
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