Redux
The present is bleak.
I spy the cryptic message,
then climb the ladder.
Could it really be for me,
this better future I see?
Originally posted 3/21/2019 on I Write Her.
Redux
The present is bleak.
I spy the cryptic message,
then climb the ladder.
Could it really be for me,
this better future I see?
Originally posted 3/21/2019 on I Write Her.
I Write Her 
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:) Thank you, Nolcha!
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I remember this photo, and was thrilled to read your words again!
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Thank you so much, Violet! :)
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Climbing higher can take us to a different future
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Absolutely! We must try to arrive at a new destination. Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re welcome ☺️
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Oh wow, I remember the fascinating photo … “Weekly Photo Prompt” by Helene, and yes, it was March 2019 … and I wrote this poem as my response, Susi
My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn
I saw a broad sign, painted by His handthe words, I did not understandI thought why? Put another brick in the wallascending the crooked ladder, too afraid to fallthere I stood alone, and staredabove the galaxy’s glaremy retinas were burninglast night’s moon had fallenbeyond the broad blue dawnand my neighbour wasn’t mowing his lawnI then saw in our narrowing crevassethe universe, in a blade of grass
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Helene was a treasure! I wish the family had left her website up.
I love your thoughts, Ivor!
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That was the first time I did one of her photo prompts 😍🌏📖
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Oh wow! I remember absolutely falling in love with her prompts back in the end of 2017. It was so sad to hear when she passed.
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I started my WP site in 2017
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Twinsies!
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Yeah 😍🌏
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