Baiting her line with incantationsshe casts her spell… imaginesan ocean of possibilitiesready to nibble at her bidding As if words hold swayand patience, power; believes right intent is lure enoughto reel in destiny, determine fate. (Rewrite of piece formerly entitled ‘Fishing’.Image my own. Perhaps a silly goose?)
Trade you an ‘n’for a ‘v’, I saidto the moonto the sunto the birdat my window All obligedand nowmy lonely dayis lovely,lovely,lovely. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @VjknutsonArt my own.)
Service contentmentBe a vessel –giving and receivingCreate ripplesInspireBe presentPush through limitsBe bliss spreadingviral joy (I’ve started a new project: reading through old journals – mostly griping – to find new messages, new poetry.This is my first result. Image my own.)
and what were you doing way out there? 😂😂 Love this btw!
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Ha ha…not telling….
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Investor beware.
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Yes. Certainly didn’t pass it on to my eligible daughters, lol.
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Lol, no way 🙂
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Wouldn’t you love to know the story behind this one??
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For sure.
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That is hysterical. I bet it’s a mess in there. haha.
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You are right – the picture does not tell the whole picture – the house was run down and the yard full of junk. And it was way out in the boonies.
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