Clinging to the past
Tendrils climb towards winter sun
Blue Morning Glory
Fighting the onset of frost
Spent blossoms soon memories
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #28: Clinging
Clinging to the past
Tendrils climb towards winter sun
Blue Morning Glory
Fighting the onset of frost
Spent blossoms soon memories
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #28: Clinging
I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path. Awards: While I am grateful and honored for the numerous nominations, I don’t have time to respond to them with the attention they deserve, so for the most part, I am an award free blog. All photographs and words are mine unless otherwise credited. © 2015-2023 Dancing Echoes ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author/owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Christy Draper with appropriate and specific direction to the original content on Dancing Echoes.
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March 13, 2016 at 7:39 pm
Beautiful!
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March 13, 2016 at 8:54 pm
Thank you In Cahoots!
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March 15, 2016 at 1:08 pm
Beautifully written.
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March 15, 2016 at 1:47 pm
Thank you Lonely Author!
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March 15, 2016 at 9:16 pm
Gorgeous photo Christy, and lovely words as always.
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March 15, 2016 at 9:18 pm
Thank you kindly Clare!
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March 15, 2016 at 9:21 pm
🙂
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March 19, 2016 at 11:29 am
Nothing captures fleeting time more than the Morning Glory, and I like how you introduce its clinging nature.
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March 19, 2016 at 11:35 am
Thank you for your kind words.
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March 19, 2016 at 11:27 pm
Mmmm… rushing the spring with a beauty deftly ephemeral. Lovely imagery… and metaphor?
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March 20, 2016 at 12:58 am
Thank you. Absolutely a metaphor. It could represent the passing of youth, to which I can relate as a woman in her mid-fifties. But I primarily wrote it about a family member suffering from Alzheimer’s.
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March 20, 2016 at 3:17 am
Mmmmm… poignant.
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