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long
down
this mountain
flying
under blue sky
and sunlight
i'm stretching
legs
long
down
this mountain
where roses stand sentinel
in vineyards
and
i won't hear
the word
can't,
not today
linking with -
nacole at sixinthesticks
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beautiful. "won't hear the word can't, not today"... love that line!
ReplyDeleteThat was my favorite part too!
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Deletelove it all - great visual!
ReplyDeletetalk about imagery. you've nailed it, my kendal. and my wednesday felt that way too--like all the banged-up dust in the world was thrown at me, and i just wouldn't hear the word can't.
ReplyDeletereally cool style - your images move and work - so good
ReplyDeleteI love this. We have a spring down from our mountain house which was built by my several greats back grandfather.Wynne Lithia. I love the latin word and its English translation is beautiful. Love your voice.Love this write.
ReplyDeleteI loved the triumph and energy in this post! Coming to you via Joy in this Journey. :-)
ReplyDeleteMy soul just sighed from the beauty. I love this poetry. So glad you shared it.
ReplyDeleteWhat determination! I love it!
ReplyDeleteI could see you on that road with or without the visual. What an image!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Yes, don't give in to that word, "Can't" !
ReplyDeleteI was always told that Can't isn't a word. I try to remember that in my life and try to live it for my kids.
ReplyDeleteLove that last line, Kendal. Beautiful poetry. Thank you so much for linking up--hope to see you again--our prompt Monday is the Frame, if you'd like to join! :)
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