As light in darkness
transforms mundanity, so
too am I salvaged –
revelation turning back
the icy pallor of Winter.
(Tanka borrowed from a previous post on One Woman’s Quest II: Resetting the Dial. I have given the poem a title here. Image from personal collection.)
Terrific skies to set the proper mood for your poems.
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Thank you.
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A particularly potent pairing of picture and poem!
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Thanks Liz!
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I know people that actually like the icy pallor of winter. Not so much for you?
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My personal pallor is petrified of particularly potent particles of ice.
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I see, so I guess I’ll return the skis I got you for Christmas. 🙂
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LMAO. Good one, Mike!
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healing words and the pic is stunning … the colours and textures are sheer magic!
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Thanks so much, Kate
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my pleasure VJ 🙂
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So Beautiful! ❤
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Thank you my friend.
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