In Mallard’s wake woe – with clipped wings, I watch and yearn for Winter sojourn. (For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day, and RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: wake/wail)
Bent – life’s tribulations weighty do not confuse this folding with weakness, I am worn – tested resilience nourishes creativity I am muse rich, alive – alone my story an illustration, my life art.
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” Source: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot I line my spoons on the counter – measures of the day’s reserves one spoon for morning tea with a side of emails read a shower requires two or three with a guarantee of needed […]
Beautiful colors in that flower!
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Sure are! Thanks Patti.
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Spreading the love! I nominate you for The Sunshine Blogger Award
https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/11/04/sunshine-blogger-award-2/
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Thanks and hugs to you, Laura. My stupid head can’t get around these awards – to many steps to follow, lol. But thank you.
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beautiful flowers, brings back memories of barefoot carefree days! sigh…
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That’s what I thought too.
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