Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Pink Potpourri

Photo Credits: Beata Cervin ~ Neeraj ~ Mindlovemisery's Menagerie


Pink
balloons
sweet heart drops
flying
up.

Swing
air bolls
carrying hopes
vapor
sap.

Strings
unseen
pulled in void
hand of
wiz.

Stream
thru skin
sachet/pot-
pourri haunt
breeze.


14 comments:

  1. hit a low pressure system and you will be flying high for sure...
    ironically i just taught wind and air movement today in my class...

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  2. if we could only spread our wings and fly away like the balloons :)

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  3. Yep, not one string in sight! Gee I like that photo. Your poem is perfect for it.

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  4. I do like that picture and the poem is perfect - floating away on lovely pink. Hayes Spencer is Kanzensakura

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  5. strings unseen, bolls of hope... kinda like life: no strings seen, but we remain hopeful and float on...

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  6. "sweet heart drops"---that phrase really adds to the deliciousness of this :-)

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  7. Wonderful to just float away like that... we do live on those hopes

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  8. Floating with the wind would be a true joy!

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  9. i wanna fly on such a pink balloon.. it looks wonderfullly relaxing

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  10. Ahh the scent of spring is in the air - a potpourri of fragrance. The pink balloons made me smile - thanks for sharing this with us!

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  11. Each morning hot air balloons fill the sky, a joy to start the morning. I am glad to watch them from the ground, not in the air, I will leave the flying to others.

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  12. The words so enhance the image.. A great way to start a day..

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  13. Sometimes I float around my head in the clouds..

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