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The shingle crackles and grates beneath my feet. The rhythmic whoosh of the waves fills my ears and the shrieking of a hundred gulls gives voice to the deserted shore
I am alone. Yet my companion, this beach, is here to wrap me in splendid seclusion. I am alone but I share my very being with the raw edge of nature.
I hear my voice though silent. Here my thoughts surround me. Here I am at one with myself yet enveloped by a greater force, one which allows me the freedom I crave whilst lifting me out of myself and cradling me in glorious isolation.
Here I am myself. Unquestioned, unchallenged. Here I can think, consider, compose.
Friday Fictioneers. Thank you Rochelle for hosting and for your inspiring picture.
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You echo me so perfectly!
ReplyDeleteThat's great great great great! Thanks Sabina
Delete"Here I am at one with myself yet enveloped by a greater force, one which allows me the freedom I crave whilst lifting me out of myself and cradling me in glorious isolation." <-- this line is my favorite. Powerful. Many amazing things happen when we listen to ourselves and revel in our isolation.
ReplyDeleteThat is one wonderful fiction.
That you so much for your kind words.
DeleteVery nice, Keith - and exactly right for those moments of solitude by the shore.
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My thoughts exactly Susan
DeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you Clare
Deleteone of your best. truly enjoyed it. well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you so very much.
Delete'the raw edge of nature' well that's interesting.
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That's how I see it! Thanks for dropping by once again.
Delete"The shingle crackles and grates beneath my feet. ... the shrieking of a hundred gulls gives voice to the deserted shore" and "Here I can think, consider, compose" are perfectly phrased.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful mood piece!
Very kind of you Vojaya. Thank you.
DeleteWhat a wonderful place to be. I would keep it a secret too.
ReplyDeleteI'm not telling you where it is, that's for sure!Thanks.
DeleteLovely, Keith. This is really poetic. Well done. :) --- Suzanne
ReplyDeleteThank you Suzanne
DeleteLovely Lines! Happy to have stumbled upon them ;-)
ReplyDeleteI'm so pleased you did. Thanks for dropping by.
DeleteLove the crackle of the shingle!
ReplyDelete..as long as you have decent shoes on! Cheers Liz.
DeleteKeith, beautifully composed! My secret beach isn't a beach, but the Appalachian Mountains. When I'm there, surrounded by the stillness of nature gazing across the blue ridges my view can resemble an ocean before my eyes. The mountain peaks often push through the clouds appearing like islands in a sea, which reminds me so much of Cadillac Mountain on Mount Dessert Island in Acadia National Park. But, I get ever word you say and totally relate. That's an awesome feeling of reassurance to have a go-to spot that generates positive energy. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteYou have just created a wonderful picture with your words Cathy. It's great to have a sghpecial place
DeleteWonderful, Keith. How can I have this secret beach. I can imagine writing there and actually getting something done! Nice one.
ReplyDeleteI am blessed to live beside the ocean. I can hear it as I write this from my window. I don't have to walk far to be totally alone, with just a pen and notebook for company.
DeleteWhat a nice place to be.
ReplyDeleteI love this. I treasure my alone time too. In the fall, when I go hunting, I always take a pad a pen. Some of my best work was done while sitting on a rock in the woods.
ReplyDeleteP.S. - I also liked the duotone effect on the photo - Russell
Thanks and thanks again!
DeleteDear Keith,
ReplyDeleteWhat can I say? If the writing wasn't lovely enough, hearing the author read made it a double treat.
One word of crit...not for your story really. I found it confusing to have to scroll through so many challenges. I almost left without reading and hearing which would've been a tragedy.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle. I did inadvertently put the URL of the blog rather than that of the the post on the link-up!
DeleteThis is a treat to read... wonderful imagery in that moment at the shore... I can imagine you sitting there writing
ReplyDeleteIts something I often do. Thanks for dropping by.
DeleteVery, very beautiful. Places like this give us power back, make us feel alive. You managed to transport me there for a short moment, just by reading.
ReplyDelete--Gah Learner
Thank you so much for your kind words Gah
DeleteOh yes - very nice. Definitely a place to become centred and refocused. Lovely description and feeling.
ReplyDeleteIt certainly is. Thanks margirine
DeleteNice addition, the voice recorder.
ReplyDeleteYou captured that feeling that you can only get on the shore very well. Your story hits all the senses
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