How is it that you overlook
my presence, as if
I am no more than
a blade of grass,
a ripple on the water,
our passing









You are flesh
torn from my flesh
blood coagulated,
still flowing –
hearts tied
in forever.








Rest here a while;
there is renewal
in the sun’s rays,
in the steady rhythm
of the water lapping;
in the reassurance
of friendship.



(Inspirations provided by:  Daily Addictions prompt:  indifferent;
Fandago’s: allegiance; and Ragtag Daily prompt: rejuvenate.

All photos from personal collection.)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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