*Photographs and poetry are copyright and owned by the author of this blog, Terri-lyne Gedanitz.
PHOTOGRAPHY AS A MUSE
Puffs of white and grey, in every hue, fills the spaces between the green and the blue.
Drops of rain, and dew, come in many — or just a few.
Separate before, now stuck like glue. Something unseen mixes the brew.
Soft and solid, that looks true! But touch them — your hand goes right through!
Bubbling, mysterious, enchanting brew. It started out small, then it just grew!
Rumbling, tumbling, waiting to spew — all of its contents all over you!
Patiently waiting for some unknown cue, to cover everything and make anew.
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