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.)
These floral beauties are certainly lovely 🙂
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These are so joyful. It looks like the centre is honeycomb the way it folds.
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They do, don’t they! Thanks.
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So beautiful!
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Thanks.
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Lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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VJ, very lovely. Is that a lighted bridge in the first picture? Keith
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It is. An old railway bridge that has been converted to walking trails.
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Very cool. Have you shown that picture before? I think I may have asked you the same question earlier. Keith
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I’ve taken photos of the same walkway before, yes. If you asked me about it, I can’t remember.
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Such pretty flowers! Are they some kind of daisy?
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Not sure. They were a gift from a neighbour.
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I don’t think I’ve ever seen any that look quite like that.
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Me neither. She has them in her garden. I’ll have to ask.
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