For every childvowed to be the calyxto cradle each budding soulwith a tender heart But I am imperfectideals devolvingin the face of losscross unbearable Tend my own garden nowrecognizing the powerof example overridingoppression of control. (Image my own)
Concrete is cold, imposingdoes nothing for aesthetics At least we’re protected,I tell the littles, ignoring Snot dripping, slimeoozing from unsealedwindowsills, cobwebsand bits of shedding pink It’s the best I can do:four walls and a roof. Except the ceilingis bulging, mold and rotcertain to rain down on us While upstairs, the manignores the leaks, luxuriatesin his […]
Erasing the past –collecting ash with chopsticks –infertile practiceembrace, learn, and recreatewe are clay – artist’s magic.
Beautiful words and photos!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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Lovely photos and words!
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Thank you!
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These photos are spectacular and the poem so tender with love, The line ” Sun meets water in a tranquil kiss.” kissed my soul! Superb V.J.! ❤
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Bless you for your kind words, Deborah.
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Most welcome! ❤
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Looking at first image, I see two pair of green lips puckered out for a kiss … your words brought the image into a whole other perspective!
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What a great twist!
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Just glorious
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Thanks
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My pleasure VJ
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So beautiful! Number 2 is my favourite
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Thanks
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Lovely, you captured the reflections nicely!
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Thanks Heather.
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You are most welcome!
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