I watched a seagull sigh.
Higher and higher it sighed.
Like a jewel, I looked away,
Sawed not the many faceted
Tears in the shawl,
Weeping threads.
I wish I had an umbrella stand;
I’d sell umbrellas and origami cucumbers,
While the dog chased the shawl
As it rolled over shaving stones
And seashells sighed overhead – telling tales.
Implied Spaces 
Lovely story, Joseph. Like a fable.
Thanks Ashley. 🙂
Magical, Joseph–both the poem and the images.
Glad you enjoyed the post, John. It was accomplished with a magical wave of my pun. 🙂
thanks for the visit. interesting site you have here.
Quite welcome Virgiio. Thanks for dropping by and commenting. Much appreciated.
Love your words my friend,I was so pleased you came to visit, so here I am to see you, love the images it makes th whole feel work. I same to have lost you in the mix,but I am back now,I will see you soon
Sheldon
Thanks Sheldon. Glad you enjoyed the post. 🙂
Made me smile (and sigh 🙂 )
Many thanks. Hope you sighed high into the sky with a smile as you pillion a cloud. 🙂
Loved the poem but was taken with the images. Are they photos?
Many thanks.
Yes, they started as photos. 🙂 They went through a bit of transformation – exposing the implied space.
Lovely imagery!
Many thanks. Glad you enjoyed the post. 🙂