Once I saw while alone in a canoe in fog-bound barely moving Wekiva River here in Central Florida just miles from home, came a great whooshing just past vision and the mists parted and individual fog-droplets fell away to reveal a Great Blue Heron launching itself from its knee-deep stance in the Scenic And Wild River from which as a youth I could dip in a hand for a half-cup of sweet drink, and then saw the most astounding thing: whirls and whorls off the orchestrated wingtips of this majestic silent bird, like the twin horizontal vertices one sees from a helicopter at takeoff in a misty mountain valley, just mesmerizing. The long-stroke wingwork moved foggy mists in such a manner that my paddle slipped from its thwarts and joined up in tandem with my craft all without my notice. I thought for a moment: I am glad I did not have my careras ready for this – that would have taken too much attention from this God-given moment. Thus your poem flushed out so many visual, aural and mental images, dear lady. Thank you so much.
yaskhan 
Beautiful.
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Thank you, Robert.
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Very pretty, Yassy.
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Thank you, Robbie.
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Lovely as always yassy !
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Thank you, Roshni.
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Does mist curl?
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You didn’t answer my question, Poet?
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No, I don’t answer stupid questions.
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Neither do I
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Well, it is an imaginative sort of situation, where mist can appear to roll and warp around a mountain. I hope that makes sense.
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Haiku is all of that
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🙂
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Thank you, Louis. How have you been, my friend.
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THANK’s for the like on CRAVINGS of the FLESH , haven’t wrote in awhile…
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Welcome, Keith.
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These delightful words go perfect with one of the pictures I posted today 🙂 We must be on the same wave 🙂
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Ah! We are. 😘
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Mist does indeed curl. It does through the mountains on our ranch.
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across the world
your words reach out… touching hearts
minds amazed… entranced
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Across the world I have a precious buddy !
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Back at ya !
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Mick, Oh I forgot what I was sayin
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Thank you so much.
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Oh wow! Can visualise this…..
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Yeah, I can see mountains where I live, can you ?
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Nope! Mountains? So where are you?
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Opp citi mall oberoi springs
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Link ROad, na? So where are the mountains?
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Far away in the horizon but I can see them, nah
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Hahahhahhahhaha, cheater!
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Still? 😜
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That’s like the builders claiming “sea view” in their ads, you know what I mean!!!!!!! 🙂
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Lol yes.
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Beautiful yassy. Much needed serenity amongst the madness.
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I wonder whether we will ever be normal again.
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🌹❤️🌹
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😇
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Reblogged this on Orthometry.
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Thank you, Grant.
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You are welcome!
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Once I saw while alone in a canoe in fog-bound barely moving Wekiva River here in Central Florida just miles from home, came a great whooshing just past vision and the mists parted and individual fog-droplets fell away to reveal a Great Blue Heron launching itself from its knee-deep stance in the Scenic And Wild River from which as a youth I could dip in a hand for a half-cup of sweet drink, and then saw the most astounding thing: whirls and whorls off the orchestrated wingtips of this majestic silent bird, like the twin horizontal vertices one sees from a helicopter at takeoff in a misty mountain valley, just mesmerizing. The long-stroke wingwork moved foggy mists in such a manner that my paddle slipped from its thwarts and joined up in tandem with my craft all without my notice. I thought for a moment: I am glad I did not have my careras ready for this – that would have taken too much attention from this God-given moment. Thus your poem flushed out so many visual, aural and mental images, dear lady. Thank you so much.
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Most lovely and sweet poem like a sweet memory for mine💕💕💕💕
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Thank you ☺️
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You are welcome,my dear friend!!💕💕💕
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