“We leave traces of ourselves…on whatever we touch.”
(Lewis Thomas)
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Memories of long ago
When the flavours of touch
Were never ending
Melting like icecream
In and out
Of layers of time
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Now emotions seep gently
Into calming, blue waters
Leaving the dark puddles behind
And joy is easier to find
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Purplish-tinged intuition
Is touched by invitation
To meld with nature
Before summer’s warmth
Is just a memory
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Stuff and what if... 
Another masterpiece, Olga – the image, the quotation and poem. I particularly like how you have structured this one, each verse unfolding and evolving. Wonderful.
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Thank-you so much for this lovely comment, V.J. ❤
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My pleasure, Olga. I so love your work.
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Oooh.. This is SO nice. Everything does all change up as time goes on. Love your imagery…and your image.
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Thank-you, Andrea. 🙂 That image is my hand in monochrome with a few touches of color painted in. An experiment that was interesting to figure out.
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An experiment well done too. You’re most welcome 🙂
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Your words flow with a wonderful rhythm and the poignant image of your hand reminds me of how distant touch really is during these COVID times.
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Yes, I had that in mind also when I created the image. I discovered in the my research that there is such a thing as ‘touch hunger’. Covid times has certainly accentuated that hunger for many. Thank-you for the comment. 🙂
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“Touch hunger”, what a stark and poignant phrase, Olga! Thank you for sharing, it touches my heart thinking of all those who are missing this very thing…
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Lyrical and profound.
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Thank-you so much, Magarisa. ❤
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You’re welcome, Olga.
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Wonderful, both photo and meditation.
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Thank-you kindly for your lovely comment, Kerfe. I was pleased how I could transform the photo of my hand into an image that augmented the words. 🙂 Sorry that I haven’t visited for awhile. but I’m living in a pain bubble that doesn’t allow me to work on the computer too long. Hope all is well with you.
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Thanks Olga. I think we are all having trouble keeping up with things. I hope you find some relief.
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Enjoyed your poem, it has a lovely flow. I love the image, how you captured the shadows on the hand and how you have painted just the finger prints!
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Thank-you so much for reflecting on my image, Heather. The subtle colouring of the fingertips came to me only after I changed the hand to monochrome. Happy that you liked it. ❤
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You are welcome!
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