Yearning for renewalwe wrestle dragons –unsuspected passages,like time machinesscattering ticket stubs We distractseek nourishmentpercolate meaning Nostalgic nuancessuccumb tojagged memories –Cubism in motion. (Art mine)
Oh that Spring gale,she’s such a storyteller –awakens the landfiddles with expectations –Welcome post-Winter trickster. (Image my own)
Gathered up all the loveI’d previously rejectedpulled it to melike a well-worn cloakImagined the comfortsuch a vibration would bringoblivion amounting to bliss But love –my interpretation of it –does not nullify painAnd I writhed in its intensitypain physically ingrainedburdened by memories How can this be? I criedIn darkness I turned to loveprojected nirvanauncovered such an […]
So true! BTW, the shades of pink made me think of Elle Woods who is ALWAYS about possibilities! lol
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Lol!
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🙂
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This is so beautiful and hopeful, from artwork to poem!
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Thanks 😊
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It’s a lovely thought and image, V.J. Alas, at times it’s hard to dream and invent wings.
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Wonderfully uplifting!
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Oh, yeah! Thanks Eugi
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Most welcome!
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Beautiful! And the longer I live, the more I recognize adversity as a friend when it shows up instead of after the fact in hindsight. Always so much easier when I see it going in!
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That’s so true. Thanks.
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An uplifting affirmation for a dreary Wednesday morning. Thank you!
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😊
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Very inspiring!
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Thanks Heather!
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You’re welcome.
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Beautifully said
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😊 🙏
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