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.)
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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