Little haiku prompted by Bartholomew Barkers’s Fraiku: Traveling Through The Dark
Storm rages on
Lights go out
Night sky comes alive
Night Storm
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words
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Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words
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Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words
So lovely 😊
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Thank you Sadje! ☺️
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My pleasure
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Lovely contrast of imagery! ❤
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Thank you Layla! 😊
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I dearly wish to see such night sky 🙂
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When out on the ocean, it’s truly magnificent! ☺️
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Yup – that’s when we get the real darkness – appreciate what we can see – and dance along the Milky Way.
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That’s why I love true camping away from everything!! 💫
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Hi Gypsie – I hope this is OK with you? If not, I can take it away!
http://www.spanglefish.com/berniesblog/blog.asp?blogid=16158
Hands across the ocean!
B
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Most certainly! I’m honored by your reblog! Thank you! 🙏
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Just spreadin’ the good stuff…..
I read your ‘Earth Poem’ and was reminded of this….
Take One Home For The Kiddies
On shallow straw, in shadeless glass,
Huddled by empty bowls, they sleep:
No dark, no dam, no earth, no grass –
Mam, get us one of them to keep.
Living toys are something novel
But it soon wears off somehow.
Fetch the shoebox, fetch the shovel –
Mam, we’re playing funerals now.
Philip Larkin
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