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Swan Sward

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #233, surreal and real poetry.


Clouds echo the fountain, spray and surround
One goose floats swan-ward between the skies
Along the empty alley, reflective, upside down.

-- Chrissa


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  1. Gillena CoxOctober 23, 2022 at 12:51 AM

    We chose the same image. Nice response.
    Happy Sunday

    Much❤love

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  2. Keith's RamblingsOctober 23, 2022 at 8:00 AM

    Congratulations on finding something excellent to write in response to this somewhat unusual picture!

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  3. kaykualaOctober 23, 2022 at 8:51 AM

    Along the empty alley,
    reflective, upside down

    An interesting image in a creative presentation! Good choice Chrissa!

    Hank

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  4. Sherry Blue SkyOctober 23, 2022 at 9:17 AM

    Beautiful.

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  5. qbitOctober 23, 2022 at 9:54 AM

    "swan-ward"!!!!!

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  6. DoraOctober 23, 2022 at 3:20 PM

    How imaginative Chrissa. Lovely.

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  7. Carrie Van HornOctober 24, 2022 at 7:08 AM

    Oh Chrissa!!!!!!! This is perfection! A world, a way of thinking and a lovely poem all in a few gorgeous lines!

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  8. Susie ClevengerOctober 24, 2022 at 12:52 PM

    So beautiful, eloquent in its brevity

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  9. purplepeninportland.comOctober 28, 2022 at 5:23 PM

    Nice one, Chrissa!

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