Mercy bore wings
graced my doorstep
her cheery song nectar
for a weary heart –
initiative all hers.
(Image mine)
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One Woman's Quest
Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Mercy bore wings
graced my doorstep
her cheery song nectar
for a weary heart –
initiative all hers.
(Image mine)
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Thank you!
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Welcome Ķnutson
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I so agree with you! Nice words n image…
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Thank you!
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Your poem seems a call-and-response to Emily Dickinson’s “Hope is the thing with feathers.” I like it very much, as well as the accompanying image.
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Thanks Liz. Dickinson and I share that appreciation.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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I have found this past year that no matter how terrible and sad I feel I can’t help smile when the birds are around. A lovely verse!
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They truly are gifts. Thanks.
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Welcome.
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Sweet poem and beautiful painting. 😊
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Thanks so much.
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Lovely.
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Thank you!
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Oh great image and the words were so sweet
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Thanks so much
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😊
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Aww, this is so lovely. There is a large tree right outside our balcony that has lost all of its leaves. Yesterday, we were privileged to see cardinals which would not have been visible if the tree was not bare. It was a real treat to see them.
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Cardinals can’t help but lift the heart. Such treasures. Thanks.
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That is lovely!
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Thank you!
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