Idleness is not a ploy asserted by the river, her banks, ever vital, project confidence – life’s continuum Her waters, sturdy, fluctuating, tame the deepest emotions I come to the river hoping to imbibe, to be intoxicated in her presence I come to the river to be revived.
A spot of red and dash of yellow bandana masked eyes how you transport me to simpler times – childhood days when you and I wiled away hours hidden deep beneath summer canopies – maple, beech and willow – listened for whispers on the wind, searched for treasure on rocky creek bottom. Years since our […]
Progress – seldom linear – tosses me into unexpected decline – stranded and incapacitated. My son – with labour-hardened strength leaps to my side, steadying me and I feel the fear in his caring grip. My daughter, ever compassionate, reaches out for me with horror-filled eyes as my body crumples onto the bed. My husband, […]
this both reads and looks delicate and vulnerable, precious life.
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Very precious. Thanks
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Love the poem – with the pictures. All delicate and yet balanced. Now we are fighting to keep that balance…
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Always….lol…thanks.
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Perfect to find that lovely bird with no leave to block your lens! Beautiful
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Don’t you love it when that happens? Not often enough. Thanks Tina.
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Beautiful words.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful, V.J., both the poem and the photos!
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Pas de quoi, mon amie!
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Thank you Terrie!
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Looks like I sent you two responses – one in french and intended for someone else, lol. Oh those senior moments.
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Ha ha! Believe it or not, I figured out what the one in French meant…. Have a great weekend!
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You too!
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Beautiful! ❤
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Thank you!
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