beach ball suspended
with homeostatic silk
tranquility’s sea
beach ball suspended
our bounce held in abeyance
grace for unworthy
homeostasis
see-sawing engine of divine
running out of gas
tranquility’s sea
mirage to ease tomorrow’s
event horizon
A profound poem Li.
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Sadje, thank you ❤
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Most welcome Li
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It sounds like doom is coming.
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It sure feels like it.
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Yes at times it does.
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Very intriguing image. I’m imagining it as an art installation at a gallery somewhere. 🤓
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Gia, I agree. There was a very interesting assortment in the postcards I bought.
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I think these postcards are great. So far I’ve liked almost every image. And they lend themselves well to poetry. (K )
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Kerfe thanks much, it was a lucky batch for sure.
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