IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
Expectations artificialliving in an urban junglelonging for nature’s calm – time moves too swiftlybarely registerlet alone participate We are guests in our ownexpectation’s dysfunctionlicensed for depression a smorgasbord for abuseintentions mislaid,disappointment unavoidable The ego pretends to be openbut she’s an actress off cueplaying out a sentence – condemned to basicspraying to escapethis dystopian malfunction. (Image […]
Beautiful photo for this today. 😀
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Thanks – I love this one.
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I love the play of shadow and light in this photo! Speaks volumes!
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Thanks. This photo needed a poem to accompany it.
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VJ – this is moody and wonderful- feels like hope fulfilled
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Thanks – the colour of these blooms are just so joyous.
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yes – and your angle to catch that light like that – andf then the three different stages
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Thank you…
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