At every turna challenge – prefer scenicforays, encounterrocky climes – ironic twists,stretching this reluctant soul (Image my own)
Doctoring broken hearts –my own legacy a training ground –like an anesthesiologist I keep the patient breathing,asleep – muted by kindness,unconscious and unable to react. Why? Because lulling others is moreeffective than operating on self –faux obligations such a balm Administer lidocaine to the woundsNumbness preferable to open-heartedinvestigation… no sutures strong enoughto remedy internal bleeding […]
Somehow I knew his mask was porcelain –impossible to hide the soul’s lightreflected in troubled eyes… I played along though,humoured his self-deceptionnodded at assertions of calm Knew that one day the facade would crackthe mask would slip and the rage escape Why I didn’t run; I do not knowMaybe it was recognition –my own countenance […]
One Woman's Quest II 
I am with you. I love the simplicity of your poem. The photos are soothing. Light summer thoughts…
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Thanks, Sarah. Definitely my favourite time of the year.
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The simple pleasures are the best.
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They sure are!
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This sounds lovely and peaceful. 😊 me too! I’ve been watching for my hummingbirds to come back, but have yet to see one.
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Oh, I love the hummingbirds. We only get one kind here in Canada – the ruby-throated. Saw so many in Arizona. They really are amazing.
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I love hearing them zip past me on my patio. I can never remember the kind we get here, my dad knows.
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