With you I have hovered
Above the sea
In storm
I smelled the tropical dew
Of winter flowers…
I have seen clouds
Dissolute like dreams
Of perpetual summers…
With you I stopped
Breathing
Over the color of a
Rose.
Red like choking
Pain.
Art by Howard Pyle.
She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing... On ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. On the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, smile and drop a line here, or on her email. Contributing author for 5 Medium.com publications, Spillwords.com and Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.
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Beautiful beautiful verse. Awesome words. Simply wonderful! ❤️😘
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Thank you, dear Yassy ❤ ❤ Your appreciation means the world to me and leaves me a better person. Thank you for everything, my dear friend ❤
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You are always so welcome my dear Lulia . It’s heartfelt feeling when I read your posts.
Keep well my friend and stay safe. 😘🤗❤️
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Thank you! You too, dear ❤ ❤
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🤗🤗😘🤗❤️
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Beautiful indeed.
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Thank you!
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This is hauntingly beautiful Julia. It gave me goosebumps- reading it. Well done!!!
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Thank you, dear Chevvy! ❤ ❤
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I like your post 😊.
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Wonderful poetry Iulia. And it’s the sea again! Great art too.
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Thank you, Roger! Maybe my “fabric” is in 3 layers. The last is the lure of the sea. 🙂
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Thought provoking. Last line really grabs your attention.
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Thank you, dear Michael. Yes, attention grabbers and healers are the words 🙂
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If I understand you right, I always feel better when I finally write about something I’ve been keeping to myself. Say, my questioning a religious or societal bias. But I only feel good about it if I’ve done it in a fair, balanced way (as far as I can assess it). If I just blurt, I usually end up editing/deleting. 🙂 Good thing we can do that on the internet. I suppose newspaper writers have editors for that!
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You understand me right, and I understand you right 🙂 Only that I veil my words in thick warm layers that at times I pierce with an arrow. Blunt sincerity is not my thing 🙂
Yes, we can edit our thoughts, now and then. Have a beautiful day, Michael 💙
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I tend to be analytical but also have a poetic side. Do we understand each other? To some degree yeah. But only God I believe sees the whole picture! Live long and prosper! 😊❤️⭐️😀✳️
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I have written “The poetic trip” after I have been there… My analytical side solves dilemmas, especially when there are feelings involved. I put them in a graph. Mathematical feeling 🙂
I am sending you my warmest wishes 🙂 ❤
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Oh yeah, I know you are analytical too. How could a linguist be otherwise? 😀😘🐱🍇🕜🙂
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😘☺❤🍄🍁🐿
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Exttemely beautiful.
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Thank you! 🙂
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