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| The Sunday Muse |
I.
I see the world through different eyes but, my vision is crystal clear
II.
In my vision, fire and water, a new landscape evolves before me
III.
My sight changes with the environment, I am a survivalist
II.
In my vision, fire and water, a new landscape evolves before me
III.
My sight changes with the environment, I am a survivalist
posted for the The Sunday Muse #90
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I'm thinking of the fires and rising tides. We all need to hang on.
ReplyDeleteThis is a poem of clarity and determination. You've arranged it like a clarion call across the horizon.
ReplyDeleteI really love how you shift to some level of hope in the last sentence...
ReplyDeleteI love the broad view yet clear focus these lines speak. Lovely and hopeful Truedessa!
ReplyDeleteHave to keep that sight a going and keep surviving
ReplyDeleteYour poem made me smile. The fox might be the true survivalist. Perhaps with the same adaptation, we could survive too.
ReplyDeleteLove the way the photo inspired you into hope. Fantastic.
ReplyDeleteI like the way you so perceptively see the world and its evolution in times of great change.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful. I hope the change you see occurs. It will, with us or without us.
ReplyDeleteLove the I-II-III format.
ReplyDeleteMay your hope touch many others. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteLove the format and ... yes, they live in the moment.
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