Yesterday the sunset was orange.
Today it was purple.
Tomorrow it will be whatever tomorrow will be.
The tide changes.
Next week,
It pulls back the foamy climb.
A moon jelly rolled ashore,
beached itself,
at this very moment your eyes passed by,
to see it;
you cast it back to sea.
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Natasha Collazo
Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026
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Comments (9)
What a beautiful piece!
Another beautiful piece! You have a real ability to write about nature :)
You've painted a vivid, illusive, ethereal moment flush with emotion. Lovely artistry. Well written piece.
Great piece on change, time, choices, and something bigger!
Lovely… I also had to google Moon Jelly & discovered they are in Australia… probably just called jellyfish 🤔
Not me thinking moon jelly was some kinda moon flavoured jelly until I Googled it 😅 Your poem was so profound. I loved it!
and we try to be in control...forget about it!
Tides are awesome Natasha.
I appreciate your exceptional work.