Envisioning breakup –past haunting possibility –she navigates uncertaintyan angry dreamer Tries to settle on truthbut with rage as filtershe processes and processesreaching no solid ground Love, she concludes,is beyond availabilityplans a solitary existenceuntil vulnerability caves again. (for Eugi’s Weekly prompt: haunting, and Reena’s Xploration challenge: filter.Image my own.)
She flowsunapologetic of her girth,does not flinchat barges scoring her surfacenor paddle boats laden with curiosity. Confident in her fluidity,she bears the secrets of life –the sludge of humanity in her belly –stirs the minds of merchants, and children,tolerates those who gather at her banks. The final word is hers – she knows –no boundaries […]
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?)
I love the clematis seeds (at least I think hat’s what they are).
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I have no idea, but they are fascinating.
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I really like your snowy branch. Wonderful photos for this week. Thanks V.J. 😀
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These are so pretty! 🙂 ❤
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I was going to ask what kind of tree that was, but I see the answer already…. It looks like what we used to call Cottonwood trees in Oklahoma. I don’t know if that was the official name for it or not, but I do know it was terrible for my allergies. Hope you and yours are doing as well as possible. Hugs!
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Quite amazing they are 🙂
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Thanks
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What kind of tree is in the first photo?
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That’s a good question – I don’t actually know. It grows along the river here.
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It reminded me a little of a mimosa tree, but I can’t be sure.
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