The world as my oyster
Why, then the world’s mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
— William Shakespeare, The Merry Wives of Windsor
a pearl grows slowly
around the grain of sand that
is lodged in my heart
Click on photo to view larger. It's worth it.
posted by MB at 9:13 AM
17 Comments:
I can't imagine a heart so beautiful having any blemishes...
alan
The sand causes irritation, and thus the pearl, no? Very much like love then!
I'm allergic to oysters, btw :o)))
Beautiful pic and fine words, MB
A little irratation for a pearl is worth it. Love it!!!
ah, the pearl, born out of pain...
beautiful!
Always such beautiful words and photos to be found here, such pearls...
Thankyou. Your blog is truely inspiring.
Crack that oyster open. All that light from one pearl...
Beautiful, MB
ditto
beautiful
Nice photo yourself! Thanks for your nice comment on my page.
Nice Haiku! - I have one up today too. and i just learned something from yrs. wrapping the 2nd line into the 1st. Thanks! :D
Hi, I followed you over from Alan's blog and am glad I did. Your photographs are amazing.
paul
One of my favorite pearls of yours.
I'm choked up with emotion from this poem. (Sunsets also do it to me.)
I loved the photograph!
Thanks, everyone, your comments are each appreciated very much. It's nice to see the new names sprinkled in here — welcome to you all!
I suspect you and I have been living parallel lives this past year :-)
Dale, thanks. I'm sure we'd find the details very different, but I, too, have sensed certain parallels.
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