Saturday, August 22, 2015

Beckoning afar

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troiku

World of Art & Words
Beckoning afar
I heard a calling…

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The world of Art & Words
Has recently estranged
I left in disarray…

Beckoning afar
The sirens lull the gullible
Open hearts...

I heard a calling…
They – wounded souls nearby
A Graduation...

11 comments:

  1. Very interesting response --- pain, but also strength.

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  2. Beautiful painting, equally beautiful poem.

    Haven't seen you for a while ~ hugs . . .Eddie x

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  3. I feel a full circle in this, of being led away or deciding to leave and then a returning, or maybe it is a breaking free of the pettiness of it.

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  4. All can be led astray but can find their way back

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  5. There are joys and trepidation with learning and completing course work.
    Or even work that courses through us. Whatever our calling may be.

    Continue to express yourself. And thanks for visiting my tomato verse.
    I read somewhere that early on Benjamin Franklin encouraged those in the early US to eat tomatoes because most folks didn't trust the fruit.

    Be well, hugs, Jules

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  6. I enjoyed your troiku, and admit, I'm not sure what you've been going through ... but keep on writing and expressing yourself ... there are always those moments of not feeling up to the task. Hugs Bastet

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  7. i think sometimes our encounters with art and words are like waves.. they come and go and touch us and we move with them or stand on the shore for a bit, not doing anything at all but enjoying their beauty

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  8. You know, there are times I want to walk away from art but it is more the personalities in the world than the art itself. Perhaps we could learn to graduate beyond our own egos, eh?

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  9. I sincerely hope you keep hearing that calling!

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