Hello friends!
__ Two of last night's scribbles. Water, the lifeline. Storm clouds are the sails; the crooked mast, a lightning strike. Oh... and yes, the 'boom' that circles the sail's mast, is thunder. Smiles! _m
as rivers
bleed into the seas
life flows
storm sails
above this ocean
crooked mast
6 comments:
Both unique and beautiful _m 💮
A wonderful piece as always. Greetings.
The cycle. Well done.
WOW...I have to confess...I will never see a thunderstorm in the same way again!
This is FABULOUS!!
Wishing You a Magical Weekend...:))
Down the coast Corpus Christie hopes for the best.
The winds and the rains
and the sea's surge
have no power
to listen to prayers.
I grew up down in Oklahoma watching storms. We called them electrical storms back then. I can relate to this. Imagination is a great thing.
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