Celebrate Valentine’s Day at Home This Year — Mind. Beauty. Simplicity (Reblog)

Valentine’s Day is right around the corner . Some of you may treat this day as an annoyance while others see it as an excuse to spread love whether you are in a relationship or not. The last few years, my boyfriend & I have gotten dressed up & have gone out to some Italian […]

Celebrate Valentine’s Day at Home This Year — Mind. Beauty. Simplicity
Advertisement

FEBRUARY INSPO | VALENTINES DAY!! — christina and camera (Reblog)

happy february friends! for me, the main event in february is valentine’s day (even though i’m single) because it’s a super fun holiday. the other thing that comes to mind when i think of february is falling off our goals. in january I think a lot of people are riding on the high of the […]

FEBRUARY INSPO | VALENTINES DAY!! — christina and camera

Poem: The Painter

beachlovers1 - Edited

Climbing the dune,
wind heavy in our faces.
We squint (or do we smile?),
our laughs and quips
diffuse in the air.

Young legs carry you
ahead to the summit,
where tufts of green cling
to an existence. Then you’re
a sudden lithe silhouette

against a racing sky.
I revel in your victory;
your gentle hand hauls me
up close to ocean eyes,
an elfin smile, teeth

pristine like breakers
on the distant, crashing
shore, that white noise
filling our ears.
To look into you

is to look as men
have done for centuries.
Unchanging heart,
you’re the pearl left
nestling in filth.

So take a look –
can anyone steal time?
An hour here or there,
we leave our footprints,
no foothold anywhere.

I am the painter of this shore –
you are the model.
Again and again,
we return to wrestle
in familiar hues;

deep alizarin crimson,
yellow ochre, phthalo blue,
making it real. Stay in this
moment, we bless and bless.
It has to be you.

copyright Leofwine Tanner 2019 and 2011

Poem: ‘Picture’

E

There’s a picture
it’s been hanging on my wall
You know it tells a story
the truth of it all

Now it’s time to tell you
with the sun streaming in
After all the silent years
I should begin

For love is like the summer time
in the northern lands
This cold barren soil
through my hands:

And we shall never pass this way

So how long did she stand? I don’t know.
Waiting – those poor women –
for a tall mast to show

Yes, he was a treasure
fresh flowers in the jar
Cap in hand, feet ten and two
like an evening star

Most nights she takes the air
down by the sea
Out there she can feel him
where the ocean sets her free

For love is a precious time
a sacred space
Give into the water
and its healing grace

And we shall always have this day

copyright Leofwine Tanner 2019