Where do the words gowhen they slip through the cracksof my mental filing system? And where is recognitionwhen words reappear,no longer categorizedor referenced –out of alphabetical order – not even an inkling of recallas if our acquaintanceis akin to discovery? (Mental-pause first appeared here January, 2018. This version edited.Image my own.)
Eagle arrivesand I am at oncesmall, insignificant Breath heldI am stillness basking in majesty Till ubiquitous crowcalls his cronies,chases eagle off Everything gains perspective. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Cast my shadow over white banksassert presence: proud, defiant Will find beauty in deserted placesand colour in the monochrome Haunted by a Winter state of mindresolved to stretch despite chill. (Image my creation)
One Woman's Quest II 
we must have been on the same wavelength again VJ as I had the word ‘fuchsia’ in my head last night – I just need to think what to do with it!
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Love it when that happens!
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Beautiful, V.J. 💕
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😘🙏
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Beautiful. 😀
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Thanks
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Beautiful Haiku..
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Thank you!
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Ah, such a beautiful haiku.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome.
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