vine power gratitude breathing, pulsing colours and textures the roots are firm, waiting changes, seasons are turning they are claiming the vanished space fingers pointing to the infinite forbidden and once taken for granted
Tanka Tuesday this week is the poet’s choice.
Tea & Paper 
How beautiful, Elizabeth!
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Thanks, Gwen!
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Perfect form for the theme.
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Thanks, Jude!
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Such a pleasure 🙏🏾
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This is lovely, Elizabeth. I especially like this line: fingers pointing to the infinite 💗
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Thanks, Michelle! Nice to have you visiting! 🙂
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Lovely. Yes, vines are so strong, and the form of the poem is just right — smaller at the top and pointing to the sky!
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Each season I’ve to stop and admired this wall, different shapes and colours. It’s an exquisite plant.
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Nice picture and I love the idea of gratitude spreading out and filling all the empty spaces@
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For sure, gratitude needs to fill up the empty spaces, not only the physical ones, but the ones inside our mind.
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Fabulous! Love the words and picture combo. ❤️
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Thanks, Jane! The image is really inspiring!
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I like the idea of gratitude growing like a vine and spreading outward… this is so lovely, Elizabeth. ❤
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Yes, Colleen! Gratitude needs to grow in all the spaces, including our minds!
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I work on that every day. I have much to be thankful for. ❤️
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Lovely, Elizabeth 🙂
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Thanks, Harmony! 🙂
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