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.)
Magnifique..merci
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De rien
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Oh, my! Fabulous shots!
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Thanks 😊
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Most welcome! 😊
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Brilliant photos for this week 😀 😀
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Thanks Cee
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Beautiful flowers and how precious is that doe! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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I agree with Keith and Liz. 😊
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Thanks Heather
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Welcome.
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VJ, it is amazing how serene and elegant the picture of the deer among the headstones is. It is surreal. Nicely done. Keith
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I agree, Keith. I’ve never seen anything like it. VJ’s outdone herself on this one!
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Thanks Liz
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Surreal is a good word. Thanks Keith
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