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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
my style is
a dance to be danced
anew in each moment
shared with a caring heart
can we be with what is
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!ReplyDelete
beautiful photo, I enjoyed readign your words tooReplyDelete
What an interesting post. Words and picture just perfectReplyDelete
What a beautiful photo, and you words were so visual! Thanks for sharing. :~)ReplyDelete
I love the poem as much I as do the gorgeous (and wonderfully novel) image.ReplyDelete
I very much enjoyed reading your words. I like your style! And the photo makes me feel so REFRESHED! Ahhhh.ReplyDelete
your words dance upon the screen, alive with energy, thought, and passion.ReplyDelete
keep up the good work. it's very inspirational!
Beautiful. Heart, words and picture.ReplyDelete
Fantastic photo. I love your line work!ReplyDelete
The first three lines speak volumes.ReplyDelete
I love this :) Set in stone but ever-changing...aren't we all like that?ReplyDelete
Beautiful photo! And a gorgeous and graceful poem. Definitely your style.ReplyDelete
Wow 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 timeReplyDelete
"Set in stone but ever changing" like the icicles that will melt. Great connection!ReplyDelete
Beautiful photo/ beautiful words they blending perfectly together.ReplyDelete
This was a stunning poem, photo and expression. WOW!ReplyDelete
what a gorgeous word and visual display...ReplyDelete
Beautiful...the poem and the image both!ReplyDelete
whoa! 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 :-)ReplyDelete
Very pretty. I love the style of it. Maybe I should do a post on style, because it has been on my mind, lately.ReplyDelete
I 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.ReplyDelete
It'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.ReplyDelete
And that's what I call a gorgeous image.
Enchanting poem, filled with promise as you evolve! Enjoyable.... you sound very flexible...just like spirit!ReplyDelete
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
woah! the amazing icicles!! nice pic!ReplyDelete
Beauty frozen beyond time.ReplyDelete
This 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.