
© Joan Currie
The spray reached out and sucked her in
It was hardly a noticed thing
That Joan was there and is not now
(Oh go and tell young Featherstonehaugh)
Gone away, gone away
All alone.
Stevie Smith
This lonely shoe on the beach brought to mind the poem, Deeply Morbid. I was a little disturbed that the protagonist and I share the same name.
striking image and word juxtaposition!
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Thanks so much for your comment! What a wonderful blog, planaquarium.wordpress.com! Best, Joan
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Your words paint a vivid picture – and the picture is awesome. It really sets the mood.
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Totally love it!
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I really appreciate your comment! Warmly, Joan
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Thank you for your comment. Love your blog neekswrite.wordpress.com – very original!
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Ah, Stevie, I have felt your pain. This strikes close, oh protagonist!
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Stevie Smith, Sylvia Plath, Virginia Woolf, Anne Sexton – my favorite writers who knew pain. Thanks so much for sharing!
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Amazing work.
You are really artistic!
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Thank you! I have always wanted to visit India – and even more so after seeing all your wonderful photographs.
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Thanks a lot!
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