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from its brilliant hue,
magenta, emerald, azure blue
draining, waning as the winds
of sorrow shake it to the core
what went before
seems like a dream
unraveling at the seams
and yet when viewed
with fresh understanding
shadow and form
become the norm 
once again.
this rendition 
adds depth and mystery
for the hungry soul.
without the 
with each other
to paint the canvas 
this flow
no choice but to go
bravely navigating
the changes.

CKP Copyright Words and Image 


  1. Well said. Our reality is changing.

    1. That it is, Pam. Do you like the new buttons I dug up? 😊

  2. I love this (and yay! I could check that box! Good job getting the reactions working. You get to wear a propeller had this weekend 🙂

    1. Thanks Dan! Wow..a propeller hat? Can I toot the train whistle too? Please, oh please, oh pleeeease....😀

  3. Nice post Cheryl. Ah the changes and the new normal. Hold on tight and keep your crash helmet on and your seat belt buckled until the ride comes to a full and complete stop. I do love the categories of your new like buttons.

    1. Thanks John! I like the design aspect of these buttons. Blogger has a nice malleability to it. I plan to buckle up but for once I wish I just wasn’t tall enough to get on the ride! You stay safe my friend. Hello to all your lovely garden ‘maidens’ from me. 😉

  4. LOVE the new reaction buttons! This prose/poem is very apt and profound now.

    1. Thanks Deborah. My heart feels so much right now. I can only express it so that I can live with the frustration, pain and hope I carry. I’m so happy I found the buttons! 👏🏻👏🏻


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