Love’s waters rise
defy the impossibility
of our sedentary walls
tides and emotions
like sculptors
reshaping the contours
of opposition, softening
the places where hearts meet.
(Image my own)
Love’s waters rise
defy the impossibility
of our sedentary walls
tides and emotions
like sculptors
reshaping the contours
of opposition, softening
the places where hearts meet.
(Image my own)
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Lovely poem! You read it so beautifully!!!
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Thanks, Linda
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This is so beautiful VJ! A painting or photo?
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A photo, but would make a good painting, I think.
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Yes, looks like a painting.
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Another beautiful metaphor with a softly smoothed painting
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Thanks
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That is a magical landscape you’ve created, both in words and paint. (K)
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Thank you
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I love your sculpture metaphor. That is as it should be, as I hope it will be.
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Thanks LuAnne.
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Wonderful use of metaphor! I love the image, too.
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Thanks Liz
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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Very lovely.
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Thanks
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You’re welcome.
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So beautiful. Thank you.
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🥰
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An eloquent analogy, VJ … 😊🌏💙
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Thank you, Ivor
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