
It’s always good
to exist-
to breathe-
even when Life
dances in the rhythm
of black and white-
the wild woman
never forgets
her wings-
Posted for Sunday Muse #153 hosted by Carrie
Posted for Sunday Muse #153 hosted by Carrie
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poetry... mostly...
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mapping the nest
poetry... mostly...
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A word is worth a thousand pictures
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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. ~Robert Frost
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The wise and strong woman never forgets her wings! Wonderful thought!
Sumana, I’m in love with your wild woman. She is just my type, poem and picture both, I am glad she is caring for her wings. They come in handy.
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The wings must always be remembered. This is a glorious and beautiful poem Sumana! Wisdom flies through your words!
Lovely verse, Sumana. It soars with truth.
“The wild woman never forgets her wings.” I love that. Even though this wild woman’s wings are tired – I still remember those times when I flew! Lovely to read you, always, Sumana.
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A gorgeous image of the wild woman dancing. Happy Sunday Sumana
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much love
“dances in the rhythm
of black and white-”
wonderful lines to the monochrome
Love the way you drew the dance from the photo!
Exist & breathe – fitting words for that yoga/meditative stretch in the image. The wild is within.
May we embrace our wings, fly high, breathe, exist, survive. A lovely poem, thank you for sharing.
A wild woman is always free. 🙂
The wild woman always knows when to use her wings.
oh, I love this. Yes, the wild woman never forgets her wings.