As light in darkness transforms mundanity, so too am I salvaged – revelation turning back the icy pallor of Winter. (Tanka borrowed from a previous post on One Woman’s Quest II: Resetting the Dial. I have given the poem a title here. Image from personal collection.)
Pastoral placid, tonic for the soul – beware stagnation, partake in daring, honour spirit’s longing for the wild; grow wings. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: placid/wild; and for BrewNSpew’s prompt: partake. Image from personal collection.)
Fear finds its fortune in ignorance, cashes in on hate – set the dial to love weed through propaganda, decode the depraved, aim to rise above education and openness, mechanisms leading to a lasting treasure. (Image from personal collection.)
I know people who would take this super serious! 😂😂🤣🤣
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lol
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Ha ha, I’m sure there has been a mass migration with the deep freeze we are in!
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I suspect so.
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