This is Carmel

 

This is Carmel by the Sea

You've been warned

 

I'd do things differently

 

Had I been born so long ago, before the ocean waved

Way before a cookie, someone out there craved

When time itself was just a thought

Before a flower bloomed –

Before an onion made you cry

Or rumpus had a room,

 

If I were sure as old as that

had a nick for every shave –

afraid to face a mirror

standing there so brave,

My life would be so different

Maybe a bit weird

The man standing before you now

Would surely have a beard.

 

 

 

 ZC

Ignore this one.

(Just waiting for my coffee) 

Words to Live by

 

Never limit Happy to an Hour

 

On a page pulled from Yesterday

 

This is a story left untold.  A thought abandoned.  A bookmark without a book, a kite on a windless day.  Not simply a boat missing the adventure of water.  No fish swimming beneath its shadow.   It will forever be a friend left behind, anchored to a time since passed.

 

        ZC

 Not one of my photographs, but I thought it needed something.

The River

 

I’ve been on the far side of the river.  I know what it is to swim across, to fight the rapids and to feel the current pull at my legs.  I have felt the strength leave my arms half-way, while the river carried me along, mostly submerged.  The shoreline never bothering to reach out.

Although it failed to take me, its memory flows through me.  It has become a part of my landscape, if only to illuminate my limitations.  It is not an achievement or source of pride, but simply a notch on the belt of my opponent. 

 

 

 Z. Corwin