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.)
That first photo is amazing with layered contrasts!
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Thanks 🙏
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Most welcome.
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Very lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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It’s that time of year, seeing more and more flocks!
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So true!
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I love the color of the sky in that first photo.
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Thanks Liz. Not my best, but I like the contrast between the rooftop satellites and the flock of birds.
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I was struck by the contrast as well.
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