long ago lovers carvings covered over,
my paint brush drips green,
hornet flies into the stream of dreams,
forest rebounds with stinging nettle,
tangles and thorns trying to trip me up
in my power to overcome,
while I paint,
my fishing pole's
propped up on a forked
stick, my line in the water,
I have rigged a tip-up that sends
a red flag up when a fish bites, (or
something else) it frees me to paint over
scars, you just never know what's going to
come out of the hole, I'd like to snag something
prehistoric, (other than a license plate) sprayed my
lure with fish oil, a lure of seduction and appetite, keep
the fish oil away from the beer!
Copyright 4.11.2010 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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keep
the fish oil away from the
beer!
Love it!
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Be always safe,
Karen
May the Lord Bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and walk by your side. With love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your den sister Barbie
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
John
deeply imbedded are our scars and also revealing
many things to us in our silences
whilst fishing...thinking and casting lures
a lovely offering from depths very deep
I brought a wicker basket filled with surprises-
Love Reels & Rods Probe on a secluded pond...Vickie