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this way to the entrance

Photo by Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales
 

run 
your 
fingers
along the 
thickly fenced gardens
spot a shining sliver of light
pull a plank out, enter the world
of the seeing mind

time lost
freedom found

Rene

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  1. AnonymousMay 16, 2011 at 8:26 PM

    I love the 'sliver of light' part. Very pretty. Good work. My magpie: http://verseinanutshell.wordpress.com/2011/05/16/open-book/

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  2. HelenMay 16, 2011 at 8:30 PM

    The image of books as a garden is magic. A garden to linger in for hours and hours, days and days, forever.

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  3. Irish GumboMay 16, 2011 at 8:58 PM

    If there was ever a time or place to not ask for assistance, that would be it...getting lost in freedom, one book at a time.

    I like this very much.

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  4. Brian MillerMay 16, 2011 at 9:53 PM

    nice...oh i have found freedom in a book or two in my day...

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  5. FireblossomMay 16, 2011 at 10:14 PM

    You would make one kick ass librarian, Rene!

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  6. ReflectionsMay 16, 2011 at 11:29 PM

    Love the imagery you have created, lost on a garden path, seeking pleasure beyond the fenceposts. Stunningly shared.

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  7. Jenne' R. Andrews May 17, 2011 at 4:42 AM

    Intriguing, unique-- thanks! xxj

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  8. sukipoetMay 17, 2011 at 10:13 AM

    enjoyed entering your garden of books

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  9. Tess KincaidMay 17, 2011 at 1:12 PM

    The notion of the picket fence is wonderful. Lovely piece, Rene.

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  10. Henry ClemmonsMay 17, 2011 at 6:10 PM

    Very creative. I especially njoyd the first two stanzas.

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  11. PearlMay 18, 2011 at 8:21 AM

    I see this in the same way, Rene. :-) I love it.


    ... and should you find yourself overcome/dizzy with imagination, someone will be by shortly to commisserate...

    Pearl

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  12. hedgewitchMay 18, 2011 at 10:13 AM

    Some of the best parts of my life have been spent in that world behind the loose planks in the fence of books which you've built so perfectly. You've captured that sense of a better reality inside the covers.

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  13. Fred MillerMay 18, 2011 at 10:29 AM

    My first wife was a librarian. Super sexy. Still is.

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  14. Other MaryMay 18, 2011 at 11:32 AM

    Really nice one Renee.

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  15. hyperCRYPTICalMay 18, 2011 at 11:34 AM

    Love it all and the last stanza made me smile - brilliant!

    Anna :o]

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  16. HelenaMay 18, 2011 at 5:12 PM

    A few steps till outside escapism! Wonderful!

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  17. Everyday GoddessMay 18, 2011 at 9:00 PM

    wonderful journeys await, beautiful feelings ahead.

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  18. Ann GrenierMay 18, 2011 at 9:16 PM

    Pick out your book and escape through the new gateway --- love it.

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  19. moondustwriterMay 19, 2011 at 1:59 AM

    Nicely done
    you pull the reader right in to the world between the covers

    Thanks for sharing with One Shot

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  20. JinksyMay 19, 2011 at 7:38 AM

    You obviously try to avoid paperbacks! LOL

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  21. Tumblewords:May 19, 2011 at 11:38 PM

    A wow take on the prompt image - love this one -

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  22. AnonymousMay 20, 2011 at 1:45 AM

    Wonderful =)

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  23. JingleMay 20, 2011 at 8:08 PM

    lovely tribe to Liberian, library, and books they serve.

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  24. JingleMay 20, 2011 at 8:08 PM

    lovely tribe to Liberian, library, and books they serve.

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  25. Dick JonesMay 22, 2011 at 10:51 AM

    A very neat and well-sustained metaphor.

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  26. jenny_oMay 24, 2011 at 9:56 PM

    Library Instructions - every library should post these!

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