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Born in the land of legends as we say
Discover the worlds of Jess Corbin and
You WILL uncover the legend. www.jesscorbin.com
“The rage, the fury of the storm , the sound of rain, slapped against the windows, or the roar of the waves, crashing against the rocks. OR to the peaceful tranquility of a bubbling brook or to be found within the trickle of a stream.
The seasons, from the cold beauty of winter, as Snowdrops push their way through, from the darkness to the cold light of day.. So symbolic of the truth, that anything with effort and determination, is possible?
To the first shades of spring and the immortal words of Tennyson ‘I saw a host of golden daffodils..’ Imagine as a boy actually in real life seeing what Tennyson had visualized so potently in his poetry?
A carpet of daffodils or blue bells bobbing their heads the blue in such vivid contrast to that field of yellow and orange trumpets?
Summer and the messing about in boats, springs to mind. From an inboard motor to an outboard, or simply oars and the splish splash, as they slice into the surface of the water. Learning and swimming with friends, a necessity if they are to use boats!
Laid back on a towel, taking in the sun. Ah yes, you know that strange orb in the sky, that appears from time to time. A walk down the lane, glancing every now and then at those flowers. My favorites, primroses their distinctive yellow petaled flower, resting on crinkled green, almost velvet to the touch, bed of leaves.
Cliff walks and all around; the clifftop bristling with wild flowers.
As Andy puts so well ‘ Quilts of ulex, daboecia, potentilla and calluna tumbled over the edge of the cliffs high above the sea ..’
http://andymcindoe.blogspot.co.uk/2012/08/cornish-cliff-flowers-spectacular.html
Beneath them, the swell of the white surf and contrast, of green tinged blue water, above it, against the sky of ever changing colour; the cackle of the seagulls ..
Autumn with its varied hues of colour, leaves as they drift to ground. All shapes and sizes, from oak to chestnut to beech to... and in the moment? The past, catching up with the present as in life.
A reminder to remember the good, the bad and the indifferent moments in our lives, but always to know, that come the Spring, life is reborn anew.
To remember.
‘Live every moment as though it were your last, for time ticks by the minutes and soon; the hour is PAST.’
We love the fall, for the forests, that showcase such a rich display, of contrast and color.
How the words of Dylan Thomas, reflect upon the bareness of the trees; leaves scattered around, their colors fighting, to the last like a dying breath,
“Do not go gentle into that good night. Old age should burn and rage at close of day.
Rage, rage; against the dying of the light. “
“A truly gifted, passionate, creative, diverse and often intuitive writer.”
All of the passion, the beauty of the written word captured for all eternity tingling like silk upon the tongue giving rise to us knowing, feeling, sensing as he pens his prose;
Jess Corbin ?
“A truly gifted, passionate, creative, diverse and often intuitive writer.”
www.fallenrosetheone.com discover
the one
the lightning within the STORM she created; where it all began.. leaving our
emotions, feelings, senses; all of them in disarray..
The immortal words he penned that left HER fuming knowing she could do nothing to stop those words for all eternity echoing upon his lips with his final breath..
No matter what you say or DO, you’ll NEVER stop me loving you.
A life and death testament to the power of that which is so potent, so BREATHTAKINGLY beautiful in all of its essence, its sense, its perfume; the truth that however much we may seek to deny it..
Sometimes LOVE NEVER dies
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