Fingal's Cave
By skinner_jennifer
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There's an ever rising
curious connection to
past within; striking
against wild, bursting
tempest;
without the wailing
vicissitude eagerly
breathless, where
surges stubbornly
cling;
and I wonder! As
wash succumbs
to columns attack
by uncontrollable
waves,
those hundreds of
years concerning
nature's ghostly
melodious echoes
reverberating at its
core to linger long.
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"...without the wailing
"...without the wailing
vicissitude eagerly
breathless."
Beautiful imagery, Jenny. An interesting video too! Paul :)
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Your last verse brings to
Your last verse brings to mind the constant sound of the crashing of the waves, with few to hear. Powerful and awesome and enjoyable. Rhiannon
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we're all connected. echoes
we're all connected. echoes of each other.
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Lovely video, Jenny, and your
Lovely video, Jenny, and your poem really brings the place alive. This has given me an oasis of calm in what is otherwise a very busy day!
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Agree with Rhiannon, you
Agree with Rhiannon, you really convey wildwaves crashing! I could picture the columns and the turbulence around them all through reading your poem
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HI Jenny
HI Jenny
Another very beautiful poem, such a nice way you have with words.
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this poem really talked to me
this poem really talked to me. the last stansa especially;. "nature's ghostly melodious echoes reverberating at its core to linger long"
beautiful
mono
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