
pearl sky day in arched flight curve of a galah’s wing beneath trees so slow to undress, puddles of gold reflect scraps of lingerie grey silk robe long naked fingers pry surfaces ripple
pearl sky day in arched flight curve of a galah’s wing beneath trees so slow to undress, puddles of gold reflect scraps of lingerie grey silk robe long naked fingers pry surfaces ripple
Trees so slow to undress … that’s just gorgeous.
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Many thanks!
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Beautiful imagery. I must keep reminding myself that your seasons are switched compared to mine, hence your recent autumn/winter themes. Your words always paint a magical, mystical scene of surreal wonder. 🙂
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Thanks Mike. I know what you mean. I loved reading Northern hemisphere poems about winter 4 or 5 months ago.
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Sensual, the silken ripple. I, too, like the slow disrobing trees.
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Thanks, K! I have commented on some of your stuff and it hasn’t appeared. Then today I tried to comment on your heart breaking little story about picking your kids up and thinking about the shootings and I was told it didn’t work. Very frustrating. Will keep trying. That story was so poignantly written. Oh! The other one that didn’t work was on your story about the refugees on the boat. It really pulled me in. So well done.
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Thanks, Worms. I just discovered the Spam folder. It was filled with all sorts of things…including some actual comments. I will dig in there, and hopefully uncover all your treasured comments. Cheers.
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I do miss your stunning imagery when I am away for a while.
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Thanks Hobbo. ❤
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That’s so lovely, Jo, as is the painting.
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Thanks, Tracy. 😊 Dog walking (as usual) provided the images.
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“puddles of gold
reflect scraps of lingerie” – love this!
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Thanks so much!
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