Under the dry grey sky
Grassy hills wait, patched.
Dogs running gayly
Not a care in the world
While a solitude couple walk
With heavy dark clouds
Weighing on their shoulders
And a man
In a house finds
A solution
To a year-long problem.
Manic happiness
Give way to celebrate.
Walking reveals all
As time keeps
Moving on.
~Morag Noffke~
Morag Noffke 
It looks pretty. But there remain some asks.~~~~~
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Yes indeed there remains some questions. Some things we never know about other people’s lives 😉
Thank you for your message.
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Some questions remain~~~~
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💐💟
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Lovely, thought provoking poem. We never know everything about some people and what they have lived through or are living with.
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That’s right, thank you for articulating it so well. And sometimes it is uncomfortable but we let them live their lives. 🤗❤️🙋
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Thank you!
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Sometimes a good walk is good therapy, or at least a good way to think things through.
A melancholy but lovely poem, Morag. 🙂
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Thank you, Richard, yes we often get our eureka moments while walking. Thank you for acknowledging the melancholy, that’s what I was going for. Observing others’ sadness and not knowing the full story.👋
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Walking and noticing! Not just a way to exercise the body, but the mind too! 🙇♂️
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So true, thank you for your reflection 🙏🙋
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a walk outside brings out all the emotions, led by observations
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That’s right, thank you for sharing your thoughts 💐
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I love how you found both heaviness and hope in the same landscape. 🤍 Beautifully written. 🦋✨
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Thank you for the compliment, I appreciate you pointing this out. It’s just like life we hold both. 💟☀️
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Beautiful!
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Thank you 🙏
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You are welcome!
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A beautifully written piece! Incidentally, most of the ideas come to my mind during my morning walk.😊💐🌼
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Thank you 🙏 that’s so nice that you have these ideas too. That’s unity in nature 🍄🟫🦋🐝
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So true! You’re welcome 🙏🌹
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Sounds like the power of walk. Lovely poem, Morag
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Thank you, I like taking a walk after writing 👍
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Have a blessed day 🙏
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My pleasure, morag. Have a blessed day as well
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Thank you
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Nice and a thought provoking poem Morag ❤️
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Thank you, for your response 🙏😊
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So.intruiging Morag…
Id love to see your illustration..
Sx
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I didn’t do an illustration for this poem. I think you might be thinking of the one that I am posting on Friday 😉
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Always welcome 🤗
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I really love the artwork that goes with this piece.
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Thank you, it’s chalk pastel, doodling on A3 paper.☺️
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I love this poem. “clouds
Weighing on their shoulders”
This is amazing.
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Oh thank you so much, I am delighted it appeals to you. 🙏
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