Artistic sensibility hungered by the exquisite craves expression The critic guffaws decries creativity starves the impulse Who unleashed such nonsense, such magical thinking! To think beauty once espied can be replicated and by such an amateur the unskilled hand an unworthy representative. But the artist, unleashed knows only magic – this genie will not be […]
Blackbirds utter gloom speak in murmurations grey blots out sunlight blurs definition – pencil contemplates early nightfall. (Tanka and sketch by yours truly)
In isolation, I am rock solid, fearless, present Memories moon-bows miracle of love, whispers of what might have been Will not let current fear shape me; I am tethered to faith, gently gliding (Submitted for Eugi’s Causerie Weekly prompt: mighty. Image my own.)
Lovely, V.J.!
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Thanks Hannah!
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Yellow always has been, and always will be, a cheerful color. 🌻
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Sure is!
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Blinded by the light–though I do love the birdie!!
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Lol….Now you’ve got me singing that song.
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Hahaha–yellow has never been my color, unless in its palest essence like some dawn horizons.
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Most poetic response.
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Beautiful!!
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Thanks.
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These flower are pretty and that beautiful yellow bird with its pose is just incredible! Nicely done V.J.! 😀 ❤
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Thanks!
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