stand on the
threshold or vanish
into the
outer edge–
wholly alive, everywhere
at once, endlessly
Colleen is back with #tanka Tuesday! for this week’s words, beginning and consume, I’ve written a shadorma inspired by one of Sue Vincent’s “Choices” photos, above.
K. 
A lovely Shadorma. Quite haunting and lilting. ❤
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Thanks Colleen. Sue’s photo and your prompt words meshed well.
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What a great combination. 😀
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The poem shoots us from a precarious point on the edge, to the entire world horizon. And the colours of the painting are so beautifully wintry, a sleeping landscape.
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Thanks Jane. That’s exactly the feeling Sue’s photo gave me.
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Your words gave me a slight sensation of vertigo.
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Through your words, I imagine climbing the far distant mountains of Sue’s photo. The mountains that are “only” clouds.
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That’s a beautiful vision, thanks Ken.
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Wonderful Shadorma! You nailed both challenges. 😀
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Thank you Vashti.
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You’re welcome. Enjoy the weekend!
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Perfect…it needs nothing else.
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Thanks Sue. That makes me smile!
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