Some say, “An ocean storm is
rougher at night.” Some see land
in the horizon and a closer place,
where waves lap the shore. Others
see dark clouds, sailboats on water.
And some, viewing a circle of
bending worshippers, believe
the bugs behind the inner ring might
worship, too. Some say, “The kneeling
rocks can sing. The sky is too blue
to believe. And who’s to know what’s
behind the pink? The moon is
a magnet—the moon who has a smaller
sister.” And yes, upon looking closer,
some say, “She has two.” Some say,
“The queen is calling”—the queen
being a metaphor for anything one
can imagine or dream.
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Inspired by the picture, “Queen’s Call,” on Miki’s blog


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May 8, 2008 at 12:34 pm
Karen Hopper
The ocean and its surroundings speak volumes to our inner being. Your poem spoke volumes.
May 8, 2008 at 1:13 pm
helenl
Thanks Karen, I hope you looked at the picture on Miki’s blog.
May 8, 2008 at 8:16 pm
Karen Hopper
I did Helen. The rock/boulder formations were the ones that my eyes went directly to. With your poem, I let my mind take it in separately.
May 9, 2008 at 9:46 am
helenl
Karen, Miki paints some amazing pictures.
May 9, 2008 at 10:27 am
renaissanceguy
What a sublime poem! I really enjoyed reading it.
May 9, 2008 at 10:51 am
helenl
Thank you, RG.