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.)
Beware the hawk – who has spied a smaller bird to the left, meanwhile the heron spears a fish, its dangerous out there.
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Lol. It can be. What I failed to look out for were the insects that bite – am covered.
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Ha, yes, nature will get you one way or another 🙂
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Wow! Great shots!
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Thanks.
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Lovely captures.
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Wow, that’s a great close up of the heron!
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Thanks. He was too busy to spot me.
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Very nice!
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😊
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