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.)
Somehow, there’s still beauty of the remains
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And the intrigue…
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The first image is fascinating! Great shot!
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Thanks 😊
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You’re welcome. 😊
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Nice images for this challenge VJ. Both have seen better days.
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Thanks Anne
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That first image took my breath away!
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Thanks!
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The first image is my favorite, VJ! Beautifully captured!
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Thanks Amy
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The lack of foliage (seasonal or end-of-life) reveals fascinating geometric art – no two trees alike!
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You are so right. These old trees fascinate me.
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These are very lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah
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Poor tree – it really HAS seen better days.
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Still standing though!
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I particularly like the first image. It’s mistily evocative.
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Thanks Liz. It was a foggy morning.
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You’re welcome, VJ. I do enjoy a foggy morning.
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VJ, that tree by the road looks like sentinel. Halt, who goes there. Keith
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Yes, it does. Greets us on our way into town.
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