Beneath vulnerability,
a piccolo, a sprite –
a tiny being with might,
a heart that shines,
radiance unsurpassed
One must dig past
brambles and spikes,
peel back wall of dislikes –
essence dwells in a den,
like buried treasure.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
keen imagery VJ!
π
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Thanks Cindy
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Beautiful poem and image.
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ππ
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Tio sort through, everything that’s, covered up, the essence of, who we are, to, own every part of our, selves, the good, the bad, and the, ugly.
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Indeed
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This makes me smile. I love this image.
Anita
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I’m so glad Anita – I’m not the only whimsical one
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Almost a little Alice there.
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That’s what I thought too
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A delightful piece.
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Thanks Anne
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The two stanzas are such a great compliment for each other. I love that image, or should I say images because this is a digital collage, isn’t it? It’s delightful.
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It is a digital collage. Thanks
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MARVELOUS IMAGE!! Pulls me into my younger self, feeling everything bigger than me … (while not literally true, I still have that sense … )
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I remember that feeling too. Thanks!
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Live the image
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Thanks π
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Youβre welcome
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I really like your use of metaphor in this one! I love the image, too.
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Thanks Liz!
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You’re welcome, VJ!
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Searching for the essence of who we are, we might just get poked by a thorn or two. Nice metaphor and I like the photo you created.
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Thanks Heather!
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You’re welcome.
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This post is playful, and impish, and wonderful. Thank you
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Appreciate your kind thoughts
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