Yearning for renewalwe wrestle dragons –unsuspected passages,like time machinesscattering ticket stubs We distractseek nourishmentpercolate meaning Nostalgic nuancessuccumb tojagged memories –Cubism in motion. (Art mine)
Oh that Spring gale,she’s such a storyteller –awakens the landfiddles with expectations –Welcome post-Winter trickster. (Image my own)
Gathered up all the loveI’d previously rejectedpulled it to melike a well-worn cloakImagined the comfortsuch a vibration would bringoblivion amounting to bliss But love –my interpretation of it –does not nullify painAnd I writhed in its intensitypain physically ingrainedburdened by memories How can this be? I criedIn darkness I turned to loveprojected nirvanauncovered such an […]
Ans some days they’re the best of all.
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Yep!
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Monochrome days – love your very good choices!
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Thank you so much!
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😊
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I find that I need monochrome days every once in a while to help me slow down. If we were always surrounded by bursting fireworks, we would never want to sit still. 🙂
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True! Thanks.
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Definitely neither flat nor colorless – terrific choices VJ
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Thanks Tina!
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Lovely! ❤
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Thanks!
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An all-blending-together monochrome day. Nice! (I do like Olga’s song idea…)
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome!
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Love your examples, V. J. Interesting textures in the first one. I think the next rainy day, I’ll remember to call it just another monochrome day or maybe I’ll sing the words. “Rain, rain, go away. Just another monochrome day.” 🙂
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Ha ha – there are just those days, usually grey, that seems to prefer one colour. Thanks.
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