On Patriarchal watch the feminine is on trial – crimes noted, abetted, intervention and consequence murdered – suspects ride a pendulum where witnesses are criminal and the vulnerable run no peace to be had while justice sleeps.
Who ghosts desire? I long for a kiss, my glass belly ice & concrete clouding our porcelain peace. A good woman lingers, then after voices joy I, marble angel, let men like father, with grass on their hand, pat eternity, the door sheer, timely, Life! (Disclaimer: Fridays I play around online with Magnetic Poetry. The […]
Sunshine breezes in golden wings deposit joy – ripples renewal. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: wind/ ripple. Also linking up with Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day. Image from personal collection.)
What a beautiful shade of purple!
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I thought so too. Thanks Patti.
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Wonderful photo of this lily. 😀 😀
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Yeah – it’s a lily. Of course. I see that now. So much to learn. Thanks Cee.
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I love that little bug, can’t help with the name of the flower, sorry.
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At least I’m not alone in my ignorance
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🙂 Yup, you’ll always have me! 🙂
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