Do we bless the worn, the weary,
the visible scars?
or do we replace what remains
and begin again, forget?
What do we owe the elements
that lack breath?
They too hold spirits–
remembering, keeping watch—
sentinals of imperfect journeys–
the everything of alive
For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.
Because of all the energy usage due to the heat, Con Ed has been threatening power outages for weeks. Now it’s the tropical storm/hurricane. I haven’t had power problems except for intermittent internet. So if I’m not around much, that’s why.
K. 
I love this, Kerfe, particularly that final couplet.
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Thanks Sue.
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I like how the spirit keeps watch of our imperfect journeys. I hope your internet remains stable during the weather.
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Thanks Frank. It’s been better lately. The trees seemed to get the worst of the tropical storm.
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Senseless question, perhaps, but which came first? The picture or the words. They fit so well together that it could be either one. Eell done.
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Thanks Ken. In this case I wrote the poem first, then did the collage, but I always alter my words along the way. I’m revising up to the minute I press publish. So it is an interaction in the end.
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