traced on onionskin
portraits of giants succumb
to fleeting glory
(sic transit gloria mundi)
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
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Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
This is fantastic. Love it.
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thank you sincerely, judith
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Reblogged this on Icanbeatit.
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thanks for sharing this with your readers
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You are welcome 🙂
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a good one!
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thanks kindly
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Very lovely haiku!
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always love receiving your comments
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Sharp. Precise. Beautiful.
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deeply appreciated
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Written with a surgeons precise skill.
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would that my own surgeons were more precise
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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always my friend, and I thank YOU in return for allowing me to do so!
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“Succumb to fleeting glory” strikes me today.
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earthly joys are all transient
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They sure are, and oh how they sometiems trip us up.
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(that’s sometimes)
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