Wordsworth once said that poetry is emotion reflected on, during tranquillity. So this is poetry: Everything was movement and heat, barely controlled and pleasurable chaos, just minutes before.
Now, there’s a long moment of peace. She is still, and her mind is still. Her body is warm, and her mind is cool. No thoughts, just body-memories.
Tranquility.
I adore these moments and your picture captures it so well.
I could feel the tranquility in these words … lovely.
Gorgeous shot – great angle and feel to it
I love the words attached <3 Body memories – I love that x
Captures the moment, the words are lovely and I can feel relatable memories.
So many wonderful textures to the picture.
Sensing some peace after something wild.
There are in our existence spots of time,
That with distinct pre-eminence retain
A renovating virtue, whence, depressed
By false opinion and contentious thought,
Or aught of heavier or more deadly weight,
In trivial occupations, and the round
Of ordinary intercourse, our minds
Are nourished and invisibly repaired;
A virtue, by which pleasure is enhanced,
That penetrates, enables us to mount,
When high, more high, and lifts us up when fallen
I hope you enjoyed some ‘spots of time!’
From Wordsworth’s The Prelude
This is so lovely – poetry indeed. A fur rug is the perfect place for post-play bliss!
I LOVE those moment afterwards where everything is tranquil and still
Mollyx
Lovely words and images.
Lovely image!
Rebel xox
Those after moments are beautifully tranquil moments.