You’re my tributary,
the fork that feeds my stream.
Rushing waters,
my healing.
The artery amongst the veins;
I need your highway,
your extra lanes,
to make real gains.
Sun permeates
our privacy screen leaves.
Thanks for your discretion
and your affluent belief.
Dear Rivulet,
Do as you please.
Just keep worshiping me.
Just keep idolizing me,
my wandering tributary.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
I dig it!
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🦋Thanks.
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Lovely poem of appreciation, K. Gorgeous picture too. You always unearth stunning artwork.
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Thank you. 😊
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Lovely poem, dear! And the art is beautiful. Somehow they seem as if they’ve been created for one another; the words and the art.
Thanks for a great piece 😊
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Thank you. A magical thought expanded my art.
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This was beautiful, K! Great flowing imagery full of tenderness – very unique descriptions here! ❤
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Than you, Tom. This one is a bit of an homage to all those from which I gain my strength. 💜
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Such a wonderful tribute ❤
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good 👍👍
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a beautiful extended metaphor poem; love ‘affluent belief’ 🙂
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Thank you, John. Somehow my mind got on to thinking about devotion and the word tributary. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. 💜
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you do xtended meta4 poems well 🙂
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Thank U. 😁
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A gorgeous poem, which speaks to me of the Interconnectedness of all things, as we flow into each other. A cosmic dance. Beautiful poem, K. 💜
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Thank you. I agree we are connected to more than we can see or imagine. Thank you for this lovely end of day comment. 💜
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You’re most welcome, K. It’s always my pleasure. 💜
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