Trinity of suns. Morning, afternoon and eve. Each cast their light Fanning their own shades of brightness Spanning our hours, our fathers' hours, Our children's hours. There is comfort here, now, in the solid stone, The unadorned simplicity. And , if we pause a while, We realise that Time is our only constant. Linking to Sunday Muse Blogspot. Thank you Carrie - your images continue to inspire. http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
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It is always a cooperative effort~
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I’m not sure Time needs our co-operation 😉
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Nice one!!!
Happy Sunday Marion.
Much💛love
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Thank you Gillena! Belated Happy Sunday to you too 🙂
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The first line is magical, Marion.
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Thank you so much, K. 🙂
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You’re very welcome.
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“Trinity of suns.
Morning, afternoon and eve.”
Love these lines and then how it plays out to the final line:
“Time is our only constant.”
Lovely response to the image, Marion.
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Thank you Sunra 🙂 I thought it was a great image to have as a prompt.
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This is excellent Marion. 👍🏼✌🏼🙂
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Thank you Rob 🙂
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I love this Marion and the brilliance it holds!
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Thank you Carrie 🙏. Thank you so much for your prompts, I love the possibilities they offer. ♥️
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Simply delightful Marion.
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Thank you Keith 🙏
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Transporting, these “trinity of suns” that take us through time, past/present/future: the persona seems to challenge us to wonder why we fear time instead of finding comfort in its promise of continuity. Love that opening phrase with its allusion: genius.
~ Dora
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Thank you Dora. What lovely comments.🙏😊
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Really love how you used the ‘three suns’ ~~~ great poetry!!
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Thank you Helen 🙏
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