Thoughts-- drips becoming rivulets merging with creeks flowing into rivers creating puddles and pools backing up stagnating dry washes until new thoughts replace them in drips drops and drabs. It all flows downhill renewed re-energized unstoppable cataracts rapids hopping skipping, tumbling over rocks and occasionally themselves.
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You capture the art of writing perfectly here, love when the words become unstoppable and that energy from them! And yes, occasionally stumbling over each other!
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Thank you very much, Annika. Glad the poem worked. I was having second thoughts.
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Pat, I know that feeling well … glad you shared it here! 😀
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Votes of confidence are appreciated. 🙂
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The flow of the words is the flow of the water…a most beautiful and powerful work of art. Lovely work Pat 😊👍🏻🌹
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Wow, Francisco. Thanks for your most lovely compliment. 🙂
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It’s a beautiful poem Pat. You are very welcome.
Have a great weekend!
FBC
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What a wonderful flow of images and words 💜💜💜
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Thank you, Luisa. Very pleased that you have enjoyed it.
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This is lovely, Pat. The image is a nice ending touch. Hugs.
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Thanks, Teagan. Hugs on the wing. Glad you liked it.
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