Craggy brows furrow
As he gazes down
With pursed lips.
Last horizon.
Like a crown,
Clouds Encircle
As wind breathes softly.
Exhaling purity.
Cold crisp waters,
Bathe his feet,
Icy shimmering.
Cleansing blissfully.
His frown deepens.
As a small boat bobs,
Lure in hand, whoops of delight.
Civilization encroaches
HIS PARADISE
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Love this scenic poem Deb. You just took me there with your words. Thanks for joining in my friend
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Thanks Sadje, great prompt
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You’re welcome Deb. Thanks for participating.
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Paradise never lasts, does it?
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Nope, we make sure of that
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Somethings are too beautiful to share. Go away fisherman!!
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Exactly
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It reminds me of a time when we found a lovely picnic spot on a hillside overlooking a bay, somewhere in Greece. We’d just got settled when a coachload of Japanese tourists arrived…
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And that just takes all the pleasure away 😦
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so many of us feel this way, you painted it so magically!
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Thanks Kate, I sometimes wonder if nature just wants to be left alone in peace
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I’m sure she does but we keep intruding …
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That’s good, you really capture the spirit of that mountain.
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Thanks Hetty 🙂
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Paradise, indeed. How sweet.
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Thanks Selma
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