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.)
I think the second one is my favorite. I like the muted colors.
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Thanks Liz. I like that one too.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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For me a sense of joy, and not in a smug way, and quite without attachment – a sense of satisfaction. I think they offer memories.
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Thanks Paul.
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My pleasure VJ
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V.J. all your shots are never lucky because you are that gifted! These shots are Christmas pretty! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah. You are very sweet.
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You nailed those silver bells. Silver usually takes on the colors around it. Marvelous entry 😀
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Thanks Cee. Lucky shot.
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