Pic on Flickr by Gemma Wiseman ~ Seawinds 3
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3WW prompt ~ cautious human maybe
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It is human nature to be curious ~
To feel some intense longing
To peek over the edge
To see
What it could be like
On the other side ~
But maybe
It is quite fortunate
That some angel
Thought of adding
Some cautious
Cross-wired
Posts and rails
Before you get there
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I measure out my life with haiku. My camera films my soul. ~ Gemma Wiseman
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- A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent
- Autumn is an introspective season when stray thoughts of the mind dive into the mystique of the soul - Gemma Wiseman
- Autumn is the bridesmaid of Summer and the flowergirl of Winter ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Autumn whispers the tones of yesterday in a minor key ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Love is born / With a dark and troubled face, / When hope is dead / And in the most unlikely place; / Love is born, / Love is always born. - Michael Leunig's Christmas Song Cycle "Southern Star"
- Spring paints the stars of heaven in Earth colours ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Summer sizzles with a sibilant hush / Broken by dreams of / Clinking ice ~ Gemma Wiseman
- The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. - G.K. Chesterton
- Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz
- Winter is the fire, simmering lonely in the soul ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Winter is the shadow, the etching of the seasons in the mist ~ Gemma Wiseman
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7 comments:
i live in an area of rocky ledges overlooking the pacific,, and to my disbelief,, at least monthly... someone falls in.. what is up with the level of curiosity that would take you over the end of a rock mass and leave you dead on the beach below???? i will never understand......
I think I got too much caution, not enough curiosity? Or maybe just the wrong type of curiosity... that's probably it.
Getting the balance right - so difficult.
A delicate poem. I imagine our curiosity about spirit and an afterlife. So I am thankful for the protective angels.
I loved how you added the angel and metaphor. If not for the barriers I'd be toast.
Beautiful shots!
If there are no barriers I don't go out
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