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Dark glasses in the sun hiding blindness
I’ve been running ahead while looking back
until
collecting silent clues
I’m becoming a butterfly amongst the bees
winging it
as I find my way
down the dark passage
of singing shells
~
Finding a winter rhythm this year is a bit like being in a jerky elevator…..best laid plans, just get to the floor and open the door. The words coming slow in a weathered suspension, collecting clues from poems becoming puzzles….meaning pivoting on just one word … the rhythm finding me in a slow molasses changing well- engrained routines, unsettling boundaries used to the intimacies of osmosis.
Poetry of Light 
What an inspiring picture and poem! Well done, my friend! Thank you for sharing 🙂 Have a wonderful day!
Cheers,
Tyler 🙂
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Cheers to you too Tyler…. 🙂
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pensive, arrhythmic and then musical, and lovely, jana…”the rhythm finding me in a slow molasses….” and other lusciousness. i have confidence in unsettled boundaries….xo
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Sherlocka Holmes and the exercise of boundary shapes….thanks Chloe 🙂
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Delightful phrase that
“butterfly among bees …” one.
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Buzzzz, thanks Beeseeker
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Wonderful poetry and gorgeous picture. ‘-running ahead while looking back’…how often we do this, but then you capture the moment with the butterfly, how apt to be winging it, intuitively. Love this Jana.
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Momentum can be tricky…. but truth is a real trickster. One minute you have legs, the next … fragile wings
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I liked your poem, just continue going with the flow of what your heart and spirit tells you what to share…its a blessing to be able to do it! Have a wonderful day!
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Understanding comes in waves …. I’m still wearing swim fins but the water just got deeper. Thanks for your encouragement, Wendell 🙂
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what
wonderful magic
they
make
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the humming mantra of bees 🙂
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Jana, this is one of my favorite posts. your rhythm moves me. tony
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Thanks Tony… I just had a funny thought. “Finding a winter rhythm this year is a bit like being in a jerky elevator”
Are you trying to tell me my rhythm is like elevator music? 🙂
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Singing shells balancing silent clues…that space of silence the impression of a pulse….beautiful
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Thank you Steven…finding found objects in footprints.
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