Pale wisp
of breath,
of life,
that I am
Petal-filled
with Spring,
with drifts
of redbud
& cherry,
crabapple
& quince
Pray, do not
restrict me
to such
narrow space
of heart
that I fade
from memory
upon
exhalation.
— C.Birde, 4/21
Wisp — A Poem
Nightjars & Damselflies
The writing and photography of Carrie Birde
Nightjars & Damselflies 
Excellent art and verse…
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Thank you for your kind comments and for visiting 🙂
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Beautiful!
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Thank you 🙂 This one was actually inspired by a “wisp” of a dream I had recently…!
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Lovely. Are these images paintings, or photographs?
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Oh, again, thank you 😌 The images are altered photos — I take the picture, then “alter” it on my phone to get the effect I’m looking for!
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Fantastic. You’re so talented.
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Awwwww, thank you ☺️
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I love this!
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Thank you, Caprice ☺️ A little reminder to myself! 🌸🌸🌸
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