Last thing at night…

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Listen to the foghorn moan─

pushing its throaty alarm

through the weight of night,

stilling the pulse of the day,

erasing all distinction.

Perhaps the unknown of its tone

comes straight from the gods

themselves, murmuring

their message in primal

sound. Tonight, its voice

grows louder, more enchanting

than in past, diving to the depths

of cosmic order, closing the doors

of perception before falling

on healing sands

in deep, dreamless sleep.

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“Last thing at night…” poem and Saybrook lighthouse photo by Mary O’Connor © 2016

Inspiration

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“Without craftsmanship, inspiration is a mere reed shaken in the wind.” — Johannes Brahms

“To me, there is spirit in a reed. It’s a living thing, a weed, really, and it does contain spirit of a sort. It’s really an ancient vibration.” — Steve Lacy

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Sculpture of boy fishing with dog in the reeds on bank of Lieutenant River, Bee & the Thistle Inn, Old Lyme, Conn. Photos © Mary O’Connor 2016

“Any human anywhere

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simply by being given the opportunity to do so.”

— Doris Lessing

 

 

 

 

 

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Springtime, photos by Mary O’Connor © 2016

“Colour is what gives jewels their worth.

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They light up and enhance the face. Nothing is more elegant than a black skirt and sweater worn with a sparkling multi-stoned necklace.” — Christian Dior

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Bejeweled Blackbird photo by Mary O’Connor © 2016