My eye captured the creeping vine
but it’s not mine this sweet design
colors well forth this time of year
awash in red the veins are clear
nature can’t lapse or lose its place
master’s piece, no practiced trace
I only draw that which I see
you create from nothing, creator’s glee
Season’s Joy
Ulterior is my motive
To jingle bells
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Every fine detail of nature’s creation is a specific adaptation for survival….. Never ceases to amaze!!!
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So true – our eyes are fortunate to have a glimpse
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Your poem has wonderful rhythm. 🙂
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Great Post
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There is joy in creation – and your poem makes me think that creation is from the heavens down to the ground…
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I only draw that which I see
you create from nothing, creator’s glee
Beautifully truthful lines Leslie ❤ indeed the Creator above is the greatest artist 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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WOW! DO we only draw what we see or do we co-create it by noticing? Everything is alive, isn’t it? You have jingled the bells of this reader, and by design!
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Favorite place to look is absolutely in nature! Always been fascinated with fractals! Lovely poetry and photos 🙂
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beautiful snippets of joy of creation….
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Yes…nature is a testament to the Divine. Lovely poem !
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You always have a reference to God in some way Moonie. Like your first two lines here:
My eye captured the creeping vine
but it’s not mine this sweet design
Yes, we should be content with how things are for they are not ours but of our Lord’s hands. Good stuff!
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Seeing the hidden patterns in the season is a unique way of view it…best wishes for a season of joy and love.
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A lovely poem 🙂
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Nature’s ways are always amazing… 🙂
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One of the secrets in life is to see the beauty all around us for it is everywhere and in all seasons.
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Your mixture of images and words really reminds me of W.G. Sebald. A lot of mystery in between the text and image.
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Such a lovely festive poem, Leslie. “create from nothing, creator’s glee” So true, and that’s the essence of creativity: to make something out of magic, and the whole process and end results is often like magic 🙂
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Beautiful…. The more I think, the more I believe in God. 🙂
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So true that the creator created from ‘nothing.’ That is the true art really. Our human-produced art pales in comparison…..
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Your words and images together really impact…love the calligraphy pen and the reason to find joy.
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I love “but it’s not mine, this sweet design…” the poet’s eyes see design everywhere. Loved this, Leslie.
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