Tag: #video
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Time Unspoken… #Poetry
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Rock, sea and sky, what more could I ask for The stillness, oh, the stillness Where birds dare not fly, the air undisturbed My heart slows in memory of a time unspoken The quickening begins as I step into the salty sea My mind invaded with primitive thoughts An old-time movie, how long has it…
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Running Free…
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Video by Mario Krimer from Pixabay I am getting a litle desperate to see the sea, and after nearly freezing to death the other day, I knew I would have to wait a little longer. So when I saw this video while browsing, I thought I would post it today. Mainly so I could look at it every…
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O, Holy Night…
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in #Meme, #video, beautiful things, blogging, haunting, inspiration, Music, peace, Poetry, sharing interests, videoToday, we share an acrostic Christmas poem from Anita, and one of the loveliest versions of the carol…
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The Christmas Convoy!
We managed to capture most of this convoy as it made it’s way around the town. Unfortunately, Anita got there first, so I had to film it while dodging her waving arm!
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#Silent Sunday… Meditation…
Video by Bakhtiyor Sayakulov from Pixabay This is my idea of a peaceful Sunday… pity there was no sound though…
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Jaye’s Days… My Perfect Moment…
After what has seemed like a very long time, I have found my perfect moment. I finally managed to get to the sea, and the sun was shining. A strong breeze from the water created some medium-sized but beautiful waves. We had visited this beach the week before, but the weather was atrocious that day,…
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#Empty Rooms… #Poetry
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I found my sisters artwork hidden in the shadow of her empty rooms An old sketch caught my eye Bright sparks, stars, orbit over our house Damp air from my open window made me hold my breath A sudden swirl, lifting dry leaves The rustle made me think of her footsteps Something I haven’t heard…
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#BlogBattle ~ Merge ~ #Poetry
December #BlogBattle: Merge Carrie doesn’t live here anymore I walk from room to room The air that wrapped her, touches me Echoing past time The cushion on her chair sags with age Pointing at me, accusingly. screaming Why doesn’t Carrie live here anymore? I melt into the wallpaper Old, musty, dry walls I feel the…