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That's gorgeous @tonys . I love nature imagery.

Fruit picking season must be pretty full on for you. A lot of work in a short time.

My orchard consists of a grapefruit tree. Next door's plum tree used to overhang it and one day I saw two ringtail possums shimmying down to eat my grapefruit peels. I was happy to share.

@Dimity thankyou for that. You can make all sorts of little things, with no more than a pocket full of words.

So. . . I wonder if that plum tree and your grapefruit tree were actually sole mates. You know,

one with its protective arms around the other. Maybe even a lovers embrace on a moonlit night, while all the worlds asleep, dreams can make anything possible.

I know they farewelled each other, . . . but if it was worse than that, . . . don't tell me.

Let me prolong the dream. . . . and happy dreams to you. . . tonys moon base 1

@Clawde Thanks for all the supports. don't know any thing about you, what thread you roost in but cheers and I do hope you are well and happy. tonys m b 1

Keeping Happy. @tonys 😸

Not sure if you Facebook @tonys but here's a poem for you

https://fb.watch/jh-FoD4Z7v/

Love that poet and poem. @Dimity Thank you

I have skirted with the spoken word movement.

Thankyou so much @Dimity You do realize its hard to type through a crazed teardrops of glass, but this just flays the flesh from my bone. Simply . . . its beautiful.

I posted about tin cans and fragile threads of wool in dark valleys months ago but thought

it was just my valley, and no one got it. Why cant people like this rule our world,

There flowers are trampled should they ever get a foot hold, the Robo debt rulers and do goody good foolers. The keys held so tight in their fists, now steel balls of power corruption, polished and honed to a flat screen glaze

of crowd pleasing apathy under the ever growing clouds made of . . . 'selfies'

Its so so hard for me to navigate emotionally through this seas of wires that strangle my sails,

and this angel poet, . . . she can see through walls,

Can some body please put her in charge, course she'd never do it, she is pure of heart.

Again thankyou, Now, its the book keepers birthday but hope its a to be continued space.

May you all be in control of both ends of your skipping ropes. best wishes.

I hope every one gets a look at this girls poem you so thoughtfully sent me.

tonys moon base one. @Stuff @Appleblossom @TAB @Bunniekins stuff

Just a hand full And I dont know how to direct them to your brook Dimity T m b 1

@StuF a callout to you in the last post

Thanks for the heads up @Dimity !

I meant to involve myself in this thread, but have so far failed to do so. Your reminder might do the trick!

(And great poem too!!!)

@Hello @Bunniekins You ask me for a poem and I did promise you room service, You spoke of your inner child, the 7 foot man, a defensive shield, my guess. and wolves. You have an abstract image mind, so I chanced an abstract painting.

I I struggled in north Canada for a couple of years while a lady I new struggled on the streets of Boston. Letters was all we had, and neither of us made it through. So some of your words took me back to that time, and didn't want to leave it on the music thread.

WOLF AND THE HAWK.

Cries of white wolves cold mountain nights

Funeral fires fuelled by love letters delights.

Satin eyes silk web sighs

unwanted hands on unwilling thighs

White wolves beyond city lights . . . .

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Cries of white hawks nests made of steel

Timber wolves culling the fake from real

flowers and truths that you feel

_ _ _ _ _ _ _

Wolf dreams of far away lands

Silent the phones in our hands

Serenade choirs of stony faced liars

Dinner dates strangled on webs of barb wires

Hawk knows what true love demands

_ _ _ _ _ _

White feather takes to the wing

On trades winds sweet promises bring

Snow storms of ice thorns

Weans weak from new-born's

The tempests lost songs she cant sing.

_ _ _ _ _ _

Purity claims its full price

Surrenders her life to the ice

So choose death in snow

For well do we know

Ice canyons ghosts live their love twice . . . tonys moon base 1

Worlds would I trade to feel just a heart beat of absolute. . .purity.

and thankyou @Bunniekins for letting me spill all that

@Dimity hope you will accept this in exchange of that poem you gave me,

Hello to @Appleblossom and @amber22 . @Thyme

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