I hoard bricks of expectations
to build a house of dreams
I paid for some, a few are gifts
and many more came flying in
from windows to my inner world
in anticipation of
known and unknown.
Oh, the spoils of life and love….
(44 words)
Thrills
I hoard bricks of expectations
to build a house of dreams
I paid for some, a few are gifts
and many more came flying in
from windows to my inner world
in anticipation of
known and unknown.
Oh, the spoils of life and love….
(44 words)
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bricks flying in through windows – now that is unexpected, could be useful or not, depends on the house you are building, your metaphors are wonderful here.
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Thank you, Gina!
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Better to build things than expectations. Well done
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Thank you, Lona!
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We each build those houses… maybe it’s a house of cards rather than bricks and mortar.
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I like that 😀😀😀 The concept of paper bricks, or air-filled bricks can be used somewhere.
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I like how you describe expectations as bricks to build one’s dreams.
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Thank you, Frank!
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Wow! “I hoard bricks” — what an amazing beginning and then so aptly explained.
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Thank you, Lillian!
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I love your use of metaphors Reena 🙂 A wonderful Quadrille!
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Thank you so much, Christine!
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I enjoyed this quadrille very much Reena…for me it touches, striving, mystery, joy …
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Thank you, Janice! Glad you liked it.
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