I called that picture ‘ladybird’, but I didn’t write any poem for it.
Do you have some ideas?
Ladybird
Published by Weronika Donovan
Weronika Donovan is an amateur writer and photographer. She's an artistic soul. She was born in Poland, where she was brought up and educated. Her adventure with writing began in her late teens, but she started blogging only ten years later. Her poetry has grown since that time. She started to use words more consciously. She defined the journey of her life, portraying it in four volumes of poetry. First of them called 'Ghosts' was self-published in 2019. Weronika is a loner. She likes wandering to interesting places, always choosing her own path. View all posts by Weronika Donovan
ladybird the invisible
maybe a phantom in disguise
perhaps it’s pareidolia
‘I just don’t see it’, he sighed… 🙂
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Hah 😀 lovely.
Thank you for your effort.
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The river, sluggish, rolling still
Between denuded trees
As time ticks on through Winter,
Stirs the woods like a coffee spoon:
Green becomes the new brown;
My ladybird sings once more.
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I love it!
Thank you.
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Thank YOU! Glad you like it. 🙂
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