I dream of escape
to the far reaches of land–
ancient hidden songs
embedded in the rhythms
of wind, of ocean, of sky
A tanka for Colleen’s #TankaTuesday photo prompt, above.
The beach is always a good place to dream.
tidings
K.
lines that aim to be
K. 
Perhaps glass bottles dream too.
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imaginary maps…
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Lovely colours and textures…
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Thanks Evelyn. I was happy with these colors.
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Love the flow of this. Perfect for dreamers:)
Pat
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Thanks Pat. As we all are…
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You make a nice connection with the photo. A message in a bottle is like an unknown dream, waiting to be awakened.
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Thanks Ken. The imagining is often better than the reality…
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You certainly did escape Jane’s version. The dreamy quality of your words is soothing, like gentle waves lapping against the shore. And, you didn’t say what was written on the paper in the bottle. Very nice. ❤
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Thanks Colleen. Have to have some mystery!
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I like that! 😀
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