Bent – life’s tribulations weighty do not confuse this folding with weakness, I am worn – tested resilience nourishes creativity I am muse rich, alive – alone my story an illustration, my life art.
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” Source: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot I line my spoons on the counter – measures of the day’s reserves one spoon for morning tea with a side of emails read a shower requires two or three with a guarantee of needed […]
…and some days we stand up topple the furnishings of corporate order decry politics and etiquettes and rage, rage, inner light exploding in a shattering ball of fire blinding purifying setting souls free setting us free …and then it’s over – in a blink and our desk mate still sleeps the slumber of automaton clicks a mouse in […]
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Thank you so much for this fantastic entry in Manic Monday’s prompt!
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You are so welcome. Look forward to the next prompt.
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Wow! Superb!
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I wondered what I would do with those creepy photos, lol.
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That one is my personal photo taken from the inside of a van while touring Ireland on a stormy evening. You’re welcome to use it in a post
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So eerie.
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I thought so too. I’m glad I kept it instead of deleting as a bad photo. I felt mysterious, brooding….loved it through the rain soaked glass. Although my mind goes to mystery, intrigue, foreboding etc, it can also be seen as shelter in the storm.
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It can, but it was so much more fun focusing on the dark side.
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