Wee rowan laddrums me into nighta fabled rhythmconjuring mysticaloneiric encounters There is freedomin dreamingslipping egoās holdsoul taking flight There is sorrow toofor when the drummerāssong is donemorning must come. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Age, a rocky torbegs attitudinal shiftmore wonderthan fortitude Cyclical, actuallywisdom allottingchildish valoura dash of mellow. (For RDP’s prompt: mellow. Image my own.)
It wasn’t the knowledge of stability –chaos had the upper hand back then.It wasn’t even that love was expressed –unconditional an unheard of concept It was an unspoken presencethe reassurance of rocksthe irrepressible allureof a freshwater stream How a child’s heart found encouragementin the whispering windsolace in arbored shelter Naturally the din of home lifeoverpowered […]
What an irresistible title! I particularly like the kingfisher.
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He’s my fave! So elusive.
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And his regal name!
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True!
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V.J., your have some wonderful birds for this week’s challenge. Thanks so much for playing along š
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Thanks Cee
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love the black and white. š
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Thanks
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you are very welcome!
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This is all beautiful! ā¤
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Thanks Deborah. Not my best pics. Haven’t got out as much.
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