My style has been set in stone since I was born
and yet it changes
with the wind
with the blossoming of a flower
the twinkling of a star
the touch of two lips as they meet
for my style has come to be
a reflection of truth
that I find in this moment
in the breath of life
my style is alive
and pulsing
growing
changing
my style is
a dance to be danced
anew in each moment
I find
I enjoy
grace
tenderness
wildness
fearless honesty
shared with a caring heart
can we be with what is
my style
Sunday Scriblings prompt: My Style
This image was taken recently when a friend and I stopped at Red Meadow Lake, high in the mountains on a chilly day. The shoreline was dressed in frozen beauty that thrilled and filled my heart with joy.
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I got shivers looking at that photo! Beautiful!
ReplyDeletebeautiful photo, I enjoyed readign your words too
ReplyDeleteWhat an interesting post. Words and picture just perfect
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful photo, and you words were so visual! Thanks for sharing. :~)
ReplyDeleteI love the poem as much I as do the gorgeous (and wonderfully novel) image.
ReplyDeleteI very much enjoyed reading your words. I like your style! And the photo makes me feel so REFRESHED! Ahhhh.
ReplyDeleteyour words dance upon the screen, alive with energy, thought, and passion.
ReplyDeletekeep up the good work. it's very inspirational!
Beautiful. Heart, words and picture.
ReplyDeleteFantastic photo. I love your line work!
ReplyDeleteGreat blog.
The first three lines speak volumes.
ReplyDeleteNice write!
I love this :) Set in stone but ever-changing...aren't we all like that?
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photo! And a gorgeous and graceful poem. Definitely your style.
ReplyDeleteWow that is beautiful! The ice is too much for me...I finally cracked and turned the heat on today. I was hoping to leave it until November but no such luck. Those icicles will be hanging from my roof in no time
ReplyDelete"Set in stone but ever changing" like the icicles that will melt. Great connection!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photo/ beautiful words they blending perfectly together.
ReplyDelete-Mya
This was a stunning poem, photo and expression. WOW!
ReplyDeletewhat a gorgeous word and visual display...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful...the poem and the image both!
ReplyDeletewhoa! we don't get that kinda amazing image here in our sunny place. that's a beautiful photo, tammie! and the words are so lovely. i'd also like to thank you for visiting my other blog chocolate nostalgia :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful scribblings.
ReplyDeleteVery pretty. I love the style of it. Maybe I should do a post on style, because it has been on my mind, lately.
ReplyDeleteI love your crystals/icicles contrasted with the wood.
Thank you all for visiting and your kind words of appreciation. Something about ice and ice crystals that makes me so thrilled to be alive and then to attempt to capture their beauty in an image,big fun! Big. That was the first time I saw ice like that and the sun shinning, perfectly delicious.
ReplyDeleteIt's fun when a writing flows right out of me, no changes, no hesitation, this one was like that.
"A dance to be danced." That's what I call STYLE.
ReplyDeleteAnd that's what I call a gorgeous image.
Enchanting poem, filled with promise as you evolve! Enjoyable.... you sound very flexible...just like spirit!
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Thanks for stopping by!
I love this & I must be crazy, but all that ice looks like frozen alligator teeth. Brrrr . . . . in more ways than one!
ReplyDelete:) Debi
woah! the amazing icicles!! nice pic!
ReplyDeleteBeauty frozen beyond time.
ReplyDeleteThis describes your poem too Tammie! "My Style changes with the Wind". Exciting that you can flow so well with all the beauty that you enounter. You know how to slow dance with life.