Gentle woman indeed. Mother Earth grows that grass, and it does seem to be touching the sky and tickling that large outcropping. I think I've been to this place, or one like it. Beautiful.
As long as it's in the proper place and legal . . . it can add color and zip to a blank wall space. For more Mosaic Monday posts, click HERE . And for a fascinating article about the creativity of graffiti artists that SPERLYGIRL brought to my attention, click here .
One of my dearest friends made an observation in a conversation not long ago that's bothered me a lot. She said, of my former husband, "He was the love of your life. You completely and totally adored him." And yes, she's right. I did adore him. Utterly. I loved his scent, the texture of his skin, the sound of his voice, how gifted he was at working with people. His soft green eyes melted my heart. My heart skipped a beat when he came through the door. He made the best Spaghetti Carbonara, Veal Scallopini, and Fettucini Alfredo I've eaten anywhere, including in Italy. His touch undid me, made me shiver with delight. He provided amply for our family and was generous with friends and family. There were times when he made me feel so loved, though now I wonder if that was just illusion created by a master manipulator because so much of his secret behavior was inconsistent with loving me and actively undermined our marriage. In any event, his good points as well as the
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(and yes. i understand that you would be swept away in the most profound beauty of love...)
sadly the word "not" is only one syllable! the word completely, which i LOVE is just too big a mouthful for haiku.
Noelle
I want to walk down that sand track and see what's further down.
Peace.
All the best, Boonie
Lovely.
~Deb
Thank you also for the lovely haiku you left on my blog. Just wonderful.
beautiful!
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