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.)
Ha ha…good one!
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Thanks, lol.
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Great opportunity to quit!
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Hmmm…wonder how many sailors smoke? My dad was a sailor and he smoked like a chimney, so that’s my association.
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That’s pretty funny. I’m sure they must smoke somewhere on board.
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I’m sure they’re not jumping in with the sharks for a light up, lol.
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🙂
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So then they aren’t allowed to smoke? 😂😂🤣 Love it!
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No idea – but can’t imagine it.
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Good question!
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Lol.
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