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.)
Such detail and natures great variety, prefer the waders to the spiky ones 🙂
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Oh, me too. Those talons look deadly
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🙂
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Terrific feet for this week 😀 Thanks V.J. for playing. 😀
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You are welcome Cee. Going to be taking a bit of a break for a bit though, I think. Need to regroup.
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Super!
What I’d give to spread my toes …
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…and how we could swim!
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Wow! That’s a fantastic set of close-ups!
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Thanks! So fun!
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You’re welcome!
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