Yearning for renewalwe wrestle dragons –unsuspected passages,like time machinesscattering ticket stubs We distractseek nourishmentpercolate meaning Nostalgic nuancessuccumb tojagged memories –Cubism in motion. (Art mine)
Oh that Spring gale,she’s such a storyteller –awakens the landfiddles with expectations –Welcome post-Winter trickster. (Image my own)
Gathered up all the loveI’d previously rejectedpulled it to melike a well-worn cloakImagined the comfortsuch a vibration would bringoblivion amounting to bliss But love –my interpretation of it –does not nullify painAnd I writhed in its intensitypain physically ingrainedburdened by memories How can this be? I criedIn darkness I turned to loveprojected nirvanauncovered such an […]
They look like fireworks!! You amaze me with your knowledge of so many names–of flowers and birdies 🙂
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Birds are my passion, flowers not so much. This name came from my husband.
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🙂 🙂
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Lovely! Bursts of the unexpected!
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Thanks, Heather. Love these flowers.
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You are welcome.
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Beautiful poem, beautiful flower, your beautiful heart, can’t get anymore beautiful than that V.J.! 😀 ❤
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How sweet, Deborah. Thank you.
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