Are we trapped by routine
mundanity erasing edges?
Request a shift, pray for
enticement unveiling passion
But we are earth rock steady
foundation nurturing growth
Teacher, Mother, Wife
rhythm moulding futures.
(Today is International Women’s Day. Every woman is a hero in her own way. Image my own.)
One Woman's Quest 
Every woman is a hero in her own way 💪 thank you
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Thanks for dropping by and commenting.
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Lovely and inspiring. Painting is simply beautiful.
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I really appreciate you taking time to read and comment, Indira. Means a lot.
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beautifully written poem !
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Thank you!
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The opening to this is a big special
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Thank you!
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Perfect in every way, VJ. The words, for sure, and your art is just magical!
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Thanks so much Debra
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Indeed they are. (K)
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“…earth, rock steady…” I love that! It’s a wonderful image I can feel all the through.
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Thanks Liza.
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Stunning, both your poem and the art!😊
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Thanks Eugi!
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Most welcome!
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Stunning works of art – both the image and the poem. :))
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Thank you Lia.
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rock solid…woman is so often the foundation. I really love your image.
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Thanks Heather
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You’re welcome
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Love this.
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Beautiful, VJ – poem and image
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Thanks Jazz
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I can almost hear you roar. 🦁
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Not today you can’t – no umpf left.
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I love how the image has erased edges to go along with the poem!
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Thanks Liz. So hard to hang on to our edges at times….or is it just me….
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Beautifully penned an so true! What a wonderful cardinal you have created! 🙂
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Thanks Lisa!
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You are welcome! 🙂
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