My Green place
mossyfrets
January 18th
I find myself drawn back again
to that green place. Even asleep,
red birds circle my remembering.
I am six, paused at the water’s edge.
Insects rise, lilies spread open,
quiet as bells with no sound.
I hear my name and I turn towards it,
nothing answers.
There is no true starting point.
Only return.
CalmRosebud
January 18th
@mossyfrets
A watercolor for your poem:
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@CalmRosebud thank you, this made my day 💚
@candlelight @Shores @saturn @remina - sharing this illustration because it's so beautiful
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Remina
January 19th
Ohh it fits so perfectly @mossyfrets
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@Remina it does and the details just warmed my heart
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JasGab200519970
January 19th
@CalmRosebud Christopher Robin is there 😮💚
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JasGab200519970
January 19th
@mossyfrets
I interpret this as a place between temptation and peace the red birds reflecting a bit of danger. You can either say yes I’m yours or no I’m not yours
Thank you for sharing it - you give a picturesque vision.
Hoping you are well 🌷
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@JasGab200519970 I love your interpretation. I see red birds in my dream when I'm very vulnerable. They are part of some of my recurring dreams
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