oft I wonder why
my green grass of home so dear
times run good and bad
is it always me
thinking yesteryear’s travail
purposed the future
-Eugenia
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errored post retrieved from archives – originally written for prompts –
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #151
The Saturday Symphony #9
Your Daily Word Prompt – Travail – September 5, 2020
What has gone by shape what’s yet to come! Beautiful poem Eugenia
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome my friend
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“Purposing the future” is something we need to pay more attention to. Brilliant poem!
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Thank you, Reena!
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Mind’s Gentle Touches ………. by Eugenia
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I’m smiling, our take on the prompt is similar!
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Yes, it is! Great minds think alike! 😊
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I agree with Reena, brilliant! You’ve nailed the concept we call life, Eugenia. 🙂
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Thank you so much, Susi! 😉
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You’re very welcome! 🙂
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Time is a tricky widget. Too often we can’t go back to what was…
Going forward to greener pastures sometimes means giving up –
But think your piece offers some hope and tranquility.
I’ve always liked the color green myself. 😉
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Thank you for your comment, Jules, and I agree. We don’t know until we get there and hopefully, we made the right decision. 💚
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Ahh Eugi, this is amazing, it’s quite soothing. Love it
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Thank you, Jude! 😉
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So good!
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Thank you!
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Welcome!
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