When reading your poem the bird that came to mind is the high altitude Mountain bluebird (faithful companions here in the forest where I live). I imagined that little mister discovering a small slip of paper on the forest floor with your poem on it. The thought of that creature ferrying your micro-poem to a high branch where he and his bride were building a nest was awesome! 👏
You live in the midst of nature, that is so fantastic! No wonder, your comment is so poetic.
Ah! I see you breathe pure air. I can imagine you living amongst the grandeur of mountains and trees and the sound of a brook gurgling in your ears .
I am going to google your little fella here.
Thank you, Laura.
Wonder I (Eye?) which/ is mistress of form and flight?/ Look above!
What a wonderful combination, Yassy. Slowly scanning downward through the clouds the solitary beat steals breath. (with work the last might launch a double ‘ku to you…so, ‘scues whilst I transcribe for further reflection. I go, grinning.
Only my sad due to you m’dear Lady. Write past the world, you do. (even if it’s prepositional sentence-death. I’ve been away far three-long. Must go beat rain into my submission – and if not then tote water in buckets to thirsty garden which silent suffers my woebegotten battle with a flyghty bed which feels the wind coursing above. When I read you, Yassy, and some but few others I feel compelled to scribble and hope I can collect the curls and cue and turn them wordishly.
Shall I be flip(pant?) and say: Throw Harder!. But, no. I miss you three! So, There. I miss most having the time to peruse your work and find absolutely not an ounce of marvel over how much you draw – as is your worth to so many of us. But I have a large batch of mine own to tran(sub, some might say)scribe: a couple maybe worth a gander. We have bouncing East- and West-Coast seabreezes almost overhead. Oh, well, Friday happens if it comes to that. See you, Lady Yasmin!
Awww…. 🙂 One of the most beautiful
and thoughtful thing you have said to me. Thank you, Yassy. You are a gift from god and you’re super talented poet. Thank you for you always being you. 🙂
Lovely capture of cloud mosiac 🙂
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Thank you 🙏🏼
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Pretty poem, Yassy.
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Thank you 😊, Robbie.
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Beckoning
Trees wait eagerly
Baring their best highest limbs
Waving, Beckoning
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Wonderful, Von ! Your the best!!
Perfect verse !!!
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Great 💙💙💙
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Thank you , Luisa ❤️💚🙋🏻
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Gracefully stated Yassy because birds are poetry in motion.🌹
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😊🙏🏼
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Oooh, I love the notion of birds carrying poems!!
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Yup, poetry on wings , thank you , Fleur😊🙋🏻
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I’m hoping you might have a look at my wife’s angel blessing cards – just launched, a lifetime dream http://www.gloriousangels.etsy.com
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It’s awesome, I will be seeing more when I am free. Thank you for sharing.
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Thanks yassy. I thought you might like them. We are trying to put the word out now so more people might see them.
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Wow- few words explain the beauty!
That’s a great art of poetry yassy!
❤❤❤
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Thank you 😊, Sadia. 🤗🤗🤗
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Most welcome! ❤
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😊
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Thank you, Pam 😊
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Yup. 🕊️
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💃🏽
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🤸🕴️🕺🤸🕴️🕺
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👯🎼🎵👻
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Beautiful poem my friend
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Thank you, Jerry 😊
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When reading your poem the bird that came to mind is the high altitude Mountain bluebird (faithful companions here in the forest where I live). I imagined that little mister discovering a small slip of paper on the forest floor with your poem on it. The thought of that creature ferrying your micro-poem to a high branch where he and his bride were building a nest was awesome! 👏
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You live in the midst of nature, that is so fantastic! No wonder, your comment is so poetic.
Ah! I see you breathe pure air. I can imagine you living amongst the grandeur of mountains and trees and the sound of a brook gurgling in your ears .
I am going to google your little fella here.
Thank you, Laura.
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Sweeeeeet!
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🙏🏼
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Love love love this.
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Thank you 😊, Vennessa😘
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🤗💕
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🤗🤗❤️
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Ahahahah!!! You must’ve heard me singing!😳😲😵😱🤢😂
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Yep, you sing so sweetly 💃🏽
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Aw, Yas…? that’s so sweet. Thank you, little sweetie-bird!
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❤️❤️🤗🤗🤗
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it’s so simple and heart-felt and enchanting. My poetry gets so complex sometimes; thanks for reminding me it can just be light and sweet as well!
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You write beautifully, my dear . Sometimes it helps to write in form , one has to stick to word count and syllables so it stays short 😊
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I’ll have to try that! Thank you! 🙂
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You are very welcome! Best to you.
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Love it!!!!!!
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Thank you ☺️
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So true.😊
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Thanks, Sunil 🙂
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Thanks, Sunil.
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This isjust beautiful yassy. Birds really DO carry poems. I hear them all the time. So moving ❤️
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You are right, Lorraine. Thank you for such a beautiful comment.
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Wonder I (Eye?) which/
is mistress of form and flight?
look above!
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💃🏽🙂☺️🌞😇🌻🌟🎼
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Wonder I (Eye?) which/ is mistress of form and flight?/ Look above!
What a wonderful combination, Yassy. Slowly scanning downward through the clouds the solitary beat steals breath. (with work the last might launch a double ‘ku to you…so, ‘scues whilst I transcribe for further reflection. I go, grinning.
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I am smiling smiling away. Thank you 🙏🏼 Thank you ☺️ 🌟🌝
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Only my sad due to you m’dear Lady. Write past the world, you do. (even if it’s prepositional sentence-death. I’ve been away far three-long. Must go beat rain into my submission – and if not then tote water in buckets to thirsty garden which silent suffers my woebegotten battle with a flyghty bed which feels the wind coursing above. When I read you, Yassy, and some but few others I feel compelled to scribble and hope I can collect the curls and cue and turn them wordishly.
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I missed you.
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Shall I be flip(pant?) and say: Throw Harder!. But, no. I miss you three! So, There. I miss most having the time to peruse your work and find absolutely not an ounce of marvel over how much you draw – as is your worth to so many of us. But I have a large batch of mine own to tran(sub, some might say)scribe: a couple maybe worth a gander. We have bouncing East- and West-Coast seabreezes almost overhead. Oh, well, Friday happens if it comes to that. See you, Lady Yasmin!
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I love your wordplay. You are very clever with words. Genius , Kirk.
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Your poetry is beautiful!
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Thank you , Mona, I think we connected first on Twitter.
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Yes, we did! That’s where I found this link 🙂
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😊🙏🏼👍
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beautiful
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Thank you 🙏🏼
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Wow. It’s so beautiful ❤️
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Thank you.
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I love this one, Yassy. The message brings joy to my heart. 🙂
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Your a sweet one, Charles 😊
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You welcome my friend. 🙂
Bless you so much and you are such a wonderful friend. 🙂
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Hey , that’s what friends are for , to laugh and cry together! I will laugh with you when you are happy and hold you when you are sad 😊
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Awww…. 🙂 One of the most beautiful
and thoughtful thing you have said to me. Thank you, Yassy. You are a gift from god and you’re super talented poet. Thank you for you always being you. 🙂
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😊Charlie Charlie😊
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🙂 🙂
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Good broken sky
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Thanks.
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Welcome yassy
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🌞
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Are you from Pakistan 🇵🇰
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No, India.
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Ok,,, same then,,,, sorry to ask,, I just thought,, otherwise it doesn’t matter,,
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It’s okay. No worries 😊
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Hahaha,,, how are you
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I am good, thank you.
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👍😊yassy
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🙂🙋🏻
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Is that bye??
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Yup
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Ok bye
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the poem and photograph are perfect in harmony. thank you for sharing it. john
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Thank you 😊, John.
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A beautiful thought.
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A beautiful comment , thank ye.
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Short and pretty… I like the imagery.
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Thank you ☺️
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obviously, poetry is a matter of life ✊ good night honey i’m really proud to following you
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😊🙂
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…as always, honey
poetry is forever (!)
good night ☆ see ya soon ✊
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Of course!
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🙏 GOD BLESS Walt Whitman ❤
good night
GRANDISSIMA (it’s a great blog)
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Grazie
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Thank you 😊
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Thank you, Ned.
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