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 […]
Wrapped in reptilian attire, changeclimbs aboard my well-intentioned schemelike a boa constrictor – disarming me I am more inconvenienced than repulsed –after all, snake is my power animal,Or so the seer said…many years ago Days when I would wear the scalycomportment of power – invitetransformation- my essence a seeker But I am trying to settle […]
Lovely shots VJ.
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Thank you!
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Superb self-portrait reflections!
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Thanks, Jazz. I couldn’t resist
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Love the self-portrait window VJ!
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Thanks, Tina!
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Windows with that little extra. Love especially the one with wings and a self portrait in! I hope the cafe turned out well!
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Thanks, Leya.
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