Reality, where we step off the curb of experience and onto the road of life. The world of tide pools living without us but so much a part of us. Truly lovely.
Another poem that goes so well with the photograph behind. So many of us think we live in the real world, that it's more real than the one at large. But science and discovery is beginning to tell us we are all wrong, so let's enjoy the journey. :-)
I really like both the literal and metaphorical juxtaposition of tide pools in the poem. Also that the tide pools will be reflecting the stars that we may one day visit.
As a child, I spent many hours poking around in rock pools and it's so true, they are miniature worlds dictated by the ebb and flow of the tide. And I suspect that they are the real world, because if something happens to their ecosystem, it's a warning to us. Whenever we upturned a stone, for example, an eel would flip and swim off to hide. Now there are none on my childhood beach. :(
October 3rd, 2017 at 1:53 pm
Reality, where we step off the curb of experience and onto the road of life. The world of tide pools living without us but so much a part of us. Truly lovely.
October 3rd, 2017 at 2:52 pm
I love it.
October 4th, 2017 at 9:42 am
Thank you!
October 4th, 2017 at 6:04 am
the real world
within the real world
tide pools
—JOY REED MACVANE
Another poem that goes so well with the photograph behind. So many of us think we live in the real world, that it's more real than the one at large. But science and discovery is beginning to tell us we are all wrong, so let's enjoy the journey. :-)
I really like both the literal and metaphorical juxtaposition of tide pools in the poem. Also that the tide pools will be reflecting the stars that we may one day visit.
warm regards,
Alan
October 4th, 2017 at 9:42 am
Thanks for your kind and thoughtful response. Means a lot
October 4th, 2017 at 9:41 am
Yes – I love what you're saying here! – Joy
October 22nd, 2017 at 10:56 am
As a child, I spent many hours poking around in rock pools and it's so true, they are miniature worlds dictated by the ebb and flow of the tide. And I suspect that they are the real world, because if something happens to their ecosystem, it's a warning to us. Whenever we upturned a stone, for example, an eel would flip and swim off to hide. Now there are none on my childhood beach. :(
marion