waning and waxing ~
inconsistently passing ~
dark, then light, my night ~
though I touch your face or not ~
my tides, you’re ever moving
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Words and Photography ©2017 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me
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Dedicated to my dad, who holds the record for the worst Valentine’s Day present ever given to me – a stiff, ugly stuffed bear with blood-red, coarse hair – a gift that inexplicably made his little girl’s heart beat faster. I haven’t felt his arms around me or heard his voice since I was a teenager. I still have that bear hidden away in a box, and I still feel his love moving my tides, encouraging me daily to keep going.
Hello. ☆Happy☆ ♡Valentine’s♡ ☆Day☆ 🙏
Thank you! And to you as well…😊
Thank you 😊🙏
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Hope you are having a wonderful day! Thanks, as always, for the share.
Great thought for today, Tanya. Again, I love that photo. It blends so well with the earth, sea, sky, moon imagery. And it’s so tactile!
Thank you, Roger! It was, in part, inspired by your MS. I just sent you an email with my thoughts. I loved the book. It brought back so much of what I went through with my own father. Thank you for sharing it with me!
I have e-mailed Tanya. Thanks for reading the manuscript. Much appreciated, especially your comments
It is a wonderful text, Roger. Anyone who has lived through the hell of cancer or lost a loved one to the disease would be particularly moved by it. I will recommend it highly once you get it published! Stay warm…
Thank you, Tanya. Much appreciated. Another e-mail on the way!
I’ll be watching for it!
Beautiful x
Thank you so much! I appreciate the feedback.
Interesting to ponder this one, Tanya. Enjoy your day…
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Thank you, Steve! Enjoy your pondering and your day!😊
I read 3 of your poems, great stuff. Different I like that.
Thank you very much! I really appreciate the feedback. Glad you enjoyed.
This is beautiful–both the poem and the thought behind it. 🙂
Thank you, Cathleen! I’m so glad you liked it. 😊
Everything you write is incredibly powerful. I bet ‘the glass’ is bulletproof, it is not easy to shatter the same. 🙂
Thank you so much, Manu! That means a lot to me.😊