Words, like cricketsleap from my mindchirping pests whosetrajectory eludesdulled reflexes,scuttling aboutperiphery of logic Harmless, really,in the singular –cacophony of multitudesthreatening to multiplytake with themsemblance of sanity Intuit a rhythmI counsel selfto define the notes in workable phrasescapture essenceand reason message but the invadersadverse to linearitydisappear beneaththe floorboardsof my conscious mind. (Found this poem, languishing in […]
How to circumnavigateunexpected glaciers? I am unnervedthoughts spirallingchasing faults Have I been remiss?Replay the scenerewrite the scripttill comprehension dawns What lies beneath frozen surfaceis self-inflicted sorrow:covetous desire aching (Image my own)
I like to wear garlicwhen creating art –keeps the demonsfrom taking part Days I forgetperspective lost –whirlwind of inkquite deceptive (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @VjknutsonArt my own)
Lovely patterns 🙂
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Thanks Hammad!
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Beautiful, even the first, which is also a grief, shows life and interdependence.
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It does. Thanks.
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Beautiful! Nature is so creative.
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It really is. Thanks!
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Excellent captures! The patterns nature creates are always such a wonder.
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They really are. Thanks Liz!
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You’re welcome, V.J.!
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These are great! I especially love the stump with roots! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah. Those roots always remind me of childhood – they sparked the imagination for play.
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🙂 ❤ !
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What delightful photos you have for patterns this week. Thanks V.J. 😀
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Thanks Cee!
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