
I blame the currents for why I pull pause out of a bathtub of ink.
Yes most certainly,
fault can be found in the drops of breath beating on the wings of a butterfly, or the eye lashes of a homeless man,
look there the honey bee flying beneath a strand of web,
and see how the grass between my fingers
squeaks like a stick in a small child’s hand
tapping off diamonds in a chain link fence.
In the morning I lick honeycomb,
pray for discernment
see what sticks
and then
perhaps
I write…
one of my favourites – wonderful!
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🙂 thank you
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This is so picturesque and reminiscent, I love it ❤
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Thanks so much and for stopping by. I absolutely love the premise of your blog … visited but can’t figure out how to comment…
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Figured out how to not only comment but subscribe as well. Just had to after seeing your purpose/ creed statement:)
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Aw, thank YOU so much! That’s so awesome to hear. Thanks you your visit! Hm, I’m not sure why that would be? Sorry about that! I’ll have a check to see if it’s on my side of things. 🙂
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Inspiration is a fragile thing. We have to wait on it, then respond at whatever inconvenient hour it calls. 🙂
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