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 is lovely V.J.! ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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You’re welcome my friend! ❤
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Wonderful shot.
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Thanks
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Nice trio of warming reds
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Thanks!
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A welcome sight indeed! The building in the second photo is interesting. What are the sheds in front of it?
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The building is a town hall. I imagine those are utility sheds for the groundskeepers – very well maintained, tourist sight.
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It’s very grand. Utility sheds would make sense.
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