Does it ever happen to you …when your ‘life’ seems to acquire a ‘life’ of its own? When it recedes into it’s shell and watches the comings and goings with an avid sangfroid….waiting for something or nothing, not hurting but not forgetting either but always always wanting to hop into rain puddles, huddle around liberally sweetened hot tea, waving at sunflowers tall, straining to hear the temple bells ring at dawn, watching the passage of the waning moon and complaining to you about new red shoes and him not having called?
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Yes, sometimes my life wanders down paths independent of my intent.
Yes I see that you are an observer to your life as well :p
🙂 We are but characters in our own lives.
“Hibiscus?” asks my gypsy heart.
Hmmm…i reckon the folks next to it were hibiscus..charming ladies in shades of lavender …this and I can only guess here is from the hollyhock family? ☺☺
Better to part of life. Observing can leave us yearning for things we need. A poem leaving the reader something to ponder.
☺☺☺❤sometimes just sometimes it’s good to watch your fragile self handle life …
The crises of life’s minutiae. I’m thinking it is a hibiscus.
P.S. Love your interior ‘still life with tea’ photography series BTW.
❤☺❤☺❤awwww thank you
Oh, my goodness!! 🙂 You are such an extraordinary writer!!! 🙂 I love your writing so much, I could just read and read and read!! 🙂 It makes my soul smile! 🙂 Thank you for letting me peek into your beautiful mind! 🙂
❤☺❤many hugs and much love