Yearning for renewalwe wrestle dragons –unsuspected passages,like time machinesscattering ticket stubs We distractseek nourishmentpercolate meaning Nostalgic nuancessuccumb tojagged memories –Cubism in motion. (Art mine)
Oh that Spring gale,she’s such a storyteller –awakens the landfiddles with expectations –Welcome post-Winter trickster. (Image my own)
Gathered up all the loveI’d previously rejectedpulled it to melike a well-worn cloakImagined the comfortsuch a vibration would bringoblivion amounting to bliss But love –my interpretation of it –does not nullify painAnd I writhed in its intensitypain physically ingrainedburdened by memories How can this be? I criedIn darkness I turned to loveprojected nirvanauncovered such an […]
cleve, made me think of that song “don’t it make my brown eyes blue”
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Yes…now I’ll be singing it all day…thanks, lol
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Lol
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Cute catch! 🙂
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Thanks.
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Both the tile and the line about the fly were clever – hah
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Thanks Paul. Glad you appreciated it.
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Beautiful!❤️
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Thanks
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oh yes, I see it…lovely photo and caption V.J.
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Thanks!
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Clever caption. 😀
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Thank you.
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