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.)
It is a mess, but there is a certain beauty in the derelict.
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Thanks Gavin. It definitely demonstrates nature’s awesome power.
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There was certainly some demolision before the construction. Lots of damage there. Great series of photos.
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Thanks.
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A constructive take, puns aside, what a mess!
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Isn’t it? So tragic.
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Yes, tragic, can’t believe the time has slipped away.
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