Jumbo Jet they called her – fast on her feet, zooming in, swooping up trays, delivering with flight attendant flair. When did she turn to autopilot, stop paying attention to her destination? Didn’t she know she was set on a crash course, headed for disaster? Tried to warn her, wake her from stupor; told me […]
Oh Spring budding promise innocence of green awakening hope, beginnings; hurried the impulse to respond, before scorching heat burns efforts melts ambition – Summer. (Composed for Dark Side of the Moon’s weekly cinquain – Butterfly Cinquain. Image credit: Ric Knutson)
So my luck – father’s favourite child, me, no boy for him… he drinks – thousand morning scold – knows I respect, make peace and, you’d think protect them star – wishing god was there, us together, working it. (Friday is Magnet Poetry online.)
Some times local is better. Enjoy! When are you going?
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We are spending the winter in Texas. I had to fly home for my Mom. Headed back shortly
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There’s no place like home VJ 😊. Enjoy Texas!
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I sure do!
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I enjoy looking at photos and reading the text as well. Where was the last shot taken?
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Mustang Island on the Gulf Coast of Texas.
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Good to have an escape plan this time of year.
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It sure is!
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Beautifully expressed through your photos and words, VJ!
Glad to hear Texas has captured your heart.
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Thanks, Amy. It sure has!
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Beautiful words and pictures…
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Thanks, Bee!
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