Is it selfishthis chosen solitude?How I treasure silence,stillness baiting my muse And is it my calmthat attracts chaos?The sorrow of otherslanding on my doorstep What if I rejected pleas,locked out the troubles?How long can I sustainpeace until need answers? (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Does illness have a voice,and if so; is it melancholy,or dark and dank, divulgingdeepest despair, or revealinga vileness of nature? Discord creeps along my veins,disrupts muscles, systems failingunder the oppression –“Stay strong,” friends counsel,cannot hear the gathering storm,feel the heaviness cloaking me. I am not myself, but then;who am I? Is disease a mutationof the […]
Discharge the gun –protection a vesselthrough which our depthsare undefined…adrift Fear is a burrowerwears a false crownbirths losstrusts danger Hearts beg,amid this trigger-readinessfor a guardian – unafraidto court this meaningless Futility unchecked –to study productive optionsunimaginable in the current state of chaos on repeat. (Art my own)
Awe… Love this!
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Thank you.
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You have such a pretty tool display. Like a collage.
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Isn’t it nice? Not mine though
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What great photos you have for this week. 😀
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Thanks Cee. Loving this challenge.
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Nice take on this prompt. A difficult personal sacrifice.
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Girl Power! I love it 🙂
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This one is all about girl power. So good!
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Princess shoes are the tool of choice for a different sort of drill(ing) …
Two fantastic images!
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Thanks!
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