Washed Away.
Sometimes we just can’t catch our dreams.
Dreams tumble
and fall,
ripples in a river
dancing one upon
another,
moving ever
onward
and away.
Only to be lost,
devoured
beneath
ever restless
waves
as they leap
and break
on windswept
shores.
There’s something about water… touches our souls in so many ways. Smashing poetry. A Sweetwater name and a Sweetwater poem.
Thank you that’s very kind of you, I love small streams running beneath grassy banks with overhanging trees, so easy to just stand and dream the day away.
I once lived in a cottage on a lane between mixed woodland, the cottage was called ‘Rose Cottage’ and the lane was ‘Sweetwater Lane’ after the lake further down, so I couldn’t really use anything else 🙂 Sue x
You’ve not lost your touch Sue
Mike XxX
Hi Mike, so pleased you have read and commented, Thank you very much, I am glad you think that. Sue xx
sometimes, we can’t even save ’em. quite pithy.
Didn’t manage to save mine perhaps they were too big 🙂 Thank you for commenting, it’s much appreciated. Sue.
I love great water images. You may consider writing about sweetwater lane. If already done, please tell all. Love and prayers – allets –
I have never written about the lane, I wish I had. Many thanks for commenting I very much appreciate it. Sue x