Water mimics sky, withholds resplendence of blue, dons a grey raincoat.
I search for sustenance with indifference – have difficulty navigating the aisles of available options. Divorced from former dreams, I hunger for renewed inspiration, encounter only loss and confusion. Goddess advises, and I, ear-closed irritated, hear only assertions of inadequacy. I exit possibility, have lost the vessel that once propelled me. (Linking up to Reena’s Exploration […]
When their hot tongues lie, I cry bitter milk – time can rip at friendly water, blow him from my sea, though his shot a show – am so blue, a bare want, in those lies dressed. (Poem inspired by the offerings of Magnetic Poetry online.)
Great gallery for this week. I really like your first photo. 😀
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Thanks, Cee.
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Seems there’s an Avon River in every (former) commonwealth country, there’s one where I used to live north east of here, not as beautiful as your photos show.
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Yes, there does seem to be. My pic is from Stratford on Avon, lol. Not the original.
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Yes, and such a lovely pastorale
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Thanks.
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