Mount Señor Garcia and Lake Chapala from my gazebo
Word Mill
The world I see outside my sill—
the clouds that cover lake and hill,
treetops and vines that seek to fill
every space–both rock and rill,
completing crevasses until
they’ve rendered empty spaces nil.
These things now serve to fuel my quill.
They are my unguent, band-aid, pill.
They prick my fancy, charge my will.
They level out that long uphill
journey to that final kill
when wan and empty, sore and ill,
I will finally pay life’s bill.
The prompt today is quill.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
You have a magnificent quill!
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Thanks, Janet. Sorta depressing, but not the only mood I’ve experienced today, so….Baking chocolate chip cookies for a potluck. Mood has lifted with the clouds.
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It’s too hot here to do any baking at this point. I was out around 3 pm, and it was 95 and getting hotter. It’s supposed to be even hotter tomorrow! I’m glad your clouds and your mood have lifted!
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Poor thang. I’d send you some cookies but they’d be stale by the time they got there.
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Ha.
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Wow! another great work-you should be famous!
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That would be okay with me, Rabbit, but I don’t think the world at large agrees! ;o)
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Wow, that is some rhyming:-).
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Thanks, Sue. Someone needs to stop me before I rhyme again. I’m stuck in this groove. But it is fun.
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Keep it up:-).
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