Wings appear fragile
Yet carry an angel’s weight
To heaven and back.

Invisible winds,
Can their currents carry us
Away, far away?

Will my feet hold firm
On this shifting gauzy sky,
A wispy cloud’s whim?
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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This is beautiful. I couldn’t get the like to work yesterday. It does that often, so I bookmarked to come back and tell you how much I loved it xxxxx
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I appreciate your persistence! 😘
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I have my favs x
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Awwww! You just made my day!
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So well seen, Leslie
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Thank you!
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Wonderful photo’s.
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Only the words are mine! The photos I discovered on Pinterest.
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Your words are a wonderful accompaniment to the lovely photos you found. Stunning!
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I could spend all day finding the right photos! It’s so relaxing.
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These were particularly lovely. Do you use the photos as a prompt or write and then find photos to accompany your poetry?
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LuAnne, it just depends on my mood. Usually I’ll have an idea pop into my head and I’ll write the poem first, in hopes that I can find illustrations to accompany it. Occasionally, though, a picture will prompt a thought and I’ll go from there. Thank you for reading!
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That’s exactly what I do too. Two great minds… 🙂
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I have written verse before and then become stymied while trying to find suitable photos. My husband says I mutter to myself.
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