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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home
(Extract from William Wordsworth – Intimations of Immortality)
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Long ago, when the world and I were much younger than we are today, my grandfather sent me these lines in a letter that still exists, tucked away in one of my diaries. These few lines seemed to encapsulate all my beliefs, though Wordsworth’s vision of divinity may have been rather different from my own. This picture always makes me think of those ‘trailing clouds’.
Some who have responded to the prompt have seen a darker hue in the image, and Wordsworth’s poem captures that too:
The clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o’er man’s mortality
Poetry of this calibre can say what no other medium can; it suggests, illuminates and hint at wordless wonders that speak directly to the imagination and the heart.
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The photo for this week’s prompt was taken when we visited the Holy Island of Lindisfarne, one January day. The tide came in, cutting the island off from the mainland and, being winter, we had the gift of wandering its shores without the hordes of summer tourists. We watched the sun set over the ancient Abbey and the sea in that perfect peace that is broken only by the cry of the gull.
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Far from the world’s noise
A silver sea reflecting
Pilgrims watch the sun
A solitary moment
At one with all creation
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Thank you so much to everyone who took part this week. There were so many contributions that I could not reblog all of them, however, all the posts are listed below, so please click on the links below to read them and leave a comment for the author!
A new prompt will be published later today. I will reblog as many contributions as possible as they come in and all of them will be featured in the round-up on Thursday.
Pingbacks do not always come through… if you have written a post for this challenge and it does not appear in the round-up, please leave a link to your post in the comments and I will add it to the list.
Come and join in!
Many thanks to this weeks contributors:
Martha at Freidenkerin’s Weblog
D. Wallace Peach at Myths of the Mirror
Hayley R. Hardman at The Story Files
Dorinda Duclos at Night Owl Poetry
Robbie Cheadle at Robbie’s Inspiration
Ritu Bhathal at But I Smile Anyway
Anurag Bakhshi at Jagah Dil Mein Honi Chahiye
Scott Bailey at The House of Bailey
Fandango at This, That and the Other
Vivian Zems at Smell the Coffee
Eric Pone at Backyard Knowledge
Kim Russell from Writing in North Norfolk
a haiku in the comments from Joelle LeGendre
and one from me
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Thank you for sharing 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thanks for sharing. 🙂
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That is an immense response Sue 🙂
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Incredible 😀
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Great summing up for us Sue, with your words and William Wordworth’s, what an apt name!
Great entries as always 💜😊
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He couldn’t have been anything but a writer, could he? 🙂
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No I glad his name was not Jobsworth. 😱
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There are enough of those around 😉
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Thanks, Sue! 😀
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🙂
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What beautiful words! Thanks Sue. (K)
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These are words which repay all the reflection you bestow on them 🙂
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They’ve been with me a long time, Peter 🙂
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Reblogged this on ladyleemanila and commented:
dusk round-up 🙂
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Thanks for sharing, Lady Lee 🙂
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Beautiful poems and I love your reflections on Wordsworth and the “trailing clouds.” A wonderful prompt. 🙂
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Thanks, Diana. I’ve always loved that bit of the poem.
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A lovely poem, Sue. An amazing response this week. It interests me which photos illicit the biggest response.
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There seems no reason to it, Robbie, just what captures the imagination.
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