(Art my own. The drawing and the poem were in response to a documentary featuring a mother’s loss of her child by suicide. Please listen with care.) Sorrow lines her edgesin blue-hued shadowsgrief’s moss overpowering light Lines etched erasableshe is fragmented, hauntedpain a persistent noose She will rally to find orderlend her voice to causespeak […]
(Photo collage mine)
Planted seeds for prosperity –images of children frolickingthe delight of yellow horizonstradition setting our fields ablaze Till greed came knocking –brother turning on brother Rhetoric and lies shrapnelshattering our dreams Only the deer frolic nowunwitting participants inthis unprovoked slaughterland mines defiling landscapes But seeds are not lost,nor are the legacy of generationswhose soil has known […]
Love the Buchart gardens photo
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Such a beautiful spot. Do you know it?
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Unfortunately not
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A series of diversity. Love the flowers and the landscape of course – but wow your granddaughter’s patterns! Wild and untamed!
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Yes, she is. Thanks Leya
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LOL For your granddaughters patterns!
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We should all be so free.
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Your granddaughter’s attire looks much like my blog. 😀 Great to see!
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Yes. I see that, ha ha.
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Keep sharing, stay motivated…
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Thank you for that encouragement.
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