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 can agree to that stitch a new garment thought but can we do this?
As a one single unit?
I doubt that.
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Me too. But without inspiration to guide us, we won’t try.
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Yes, you are right 🙂
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A hard truth to accept that normal never was, but truth it is.
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Amen! 🌸
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Amen to that! And I agree, this is our opportunity to change for the better.
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…stitch a new garment…. Exactly right. Thank you for sharing this.
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My pleasure, Andrea.
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