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 […]
Yes, those porch rail flowers are a gift to passersby! I should be more grateful for them.
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I am not a gardener, and my neighbours put me to shame, but I do enjoy their efforts.
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🙂
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Such bright colours.
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Thanks.
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Beautiful splash of color 🙂
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Welcome!
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It’s a happy colour.
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It really is. Thanks.
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Love the colour! So cheery!
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So lovely! ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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