sifting over misty mountain
sliding along horizons
silently
.
.
mesmerisingly
an allowing point
converging in the rising
steamy coolness
delivering from somewhere deep
inside
a peaking breath
to shake the soul
a little cavalier, axe wielding, idea
chipping away at the grave clinging….
a positive clearing
exposing crisp and naked blue
A blue clearing is the best.:)
-Jennifer
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š yes thats what I think
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Steamy coolness. š And just like that, the silver one is back to her old habits of tickling my brain.
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i like to wriggle in an give it a tickle from time to time ;-0 xx
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Ha! Please do!
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š :-)))
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š
“steamy coolness”
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yeeeeah š
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Nice metaphors and visuals.
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thanks! x
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You are back with a bang. Great work š
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š thankyou xxxx
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The act of conversion; such a painful bliss.
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a truth spoken right there
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the chipping away is ethereal and suspenseful !
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smiling now … i am still in suspense
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Another poem and art.
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haha thanks
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Oh my…am I tired…or not..should read “Another fine poem and painting.”
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š i thought so but didn’t want to assume. was funny though
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I LOVE these misty blue mountain images! And the idea of “an allowing point”–this is very intriguing. As always, your pairing of poem and painting makes for a beautifully mind-expanding experience.
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Thanks Jennifer, I feel a sense of an ‘allowing point’ and the necessity of being present enough to recognise it…..
hmmmm
My two favourite things art and poetry seem so natural together a kind of belonging….
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exposing crisp and naked blue
*shivers* gorgeous. You are amazing!
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oh thank you . glad you popped in!
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haha, there you go again! I like that you said popped, it makes it sound fun!
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š I like the word pop š
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it’s agood word.:)
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