It was a stairway to heaven

And made me feel both happy and sad

Sad that my loved ones were way beyond reach

Those that had left me

Happy that, with determination

I could now reach them

© Caro Ness 2015

A living tapestry 

Is what I found

A carpet of blue and white flowers

Stretching as far as the eye could see

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The shadows were pooling on the beach
When we set off for the rock.
We could not even see it,
Despite its size,
Because of the morning mist
Rolling in off the sea.
But somehow,
Knowing it was there,
Gave us a sense
Of solidarity,
Security
Rightness.

  © Caro Ness 2015

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The sun setting

Into the sea

On a still night

Of dark blue

And the only indication

Of sea not sky

Is darker ripples of water

As the fiery orb

Dies silently into it.

© Caro Ness 2015

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The beach is long and it is wide ,

With inlets forming, side to side,

We go down daily, for long walks,

Interspersed with heated talks,

That match the skies as sunset falls,

Fiery, colourful, from summer squalls,

This is my favourite time of day,

When we walk our angst and qualms away.

© Caro Ness 2015

It’s been a long day,

Cutting reeds for my family

But now I’m going home.

Each day is a struggle,

Making ends meet,

But it’s worth it when I get home.

I’ve reponsibilities,

A family to feed,

Waiting, when I get home.

Each day is a struggle,

But my spirits are high,

Because I’ve them, when I get back home.

© Caro Ness 2015

Photo: Back Home by Dede Kalana

There is a morning mist

In the harbour today.

It has rolled in off the ocean

And is lying thick

And heavy

Amongst the boats

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Morning fog

Bounced off the waters

Of the estuary

And drifted amongst the reeds

A single boat

Lay tethered

At its moorings

Waiting in silence

To come back to life

© Caro Ness 2015

A beautiful key

Lovingly wrought

That unlocked

Untold secrets

© Caro Ness 2015 

Image: Elvira Ciobanu

Droplets

From a

High Pressure hose

Like a perfect pyramid

Of clear glass beads

© Caro Ness 2015