I offer Rage a chairinvite a conversation She rants about childhoodand neglect, powerlessnessin the face of abuse And I nod and remember,suggest she’s also feeling grief And she talks about cryingalone, no one caring, and howI don’t let her cry anymore I put up walls, I agree,and ask how I can help Stop leaving me […]
Wee rowan laddrums me into nighta fabled rhythmconjuring mysticaloneiric encounters There is freedomin dreamingslipping ego’s holdsoul taking flight There is sorrow toofor when the drummer’ssong is donemorning must come. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Age, a rocky torbegs attitudinal shiftmore wonderthan fortitude Cyclical, actuallywisdom allottingchildish valoura dash of mellow. (For RDP’s prompt: mellow. Image my own.)
Lovely pink!!
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I hope it continues to do so. Beautiful flowers!
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Thanks.
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I like the green to the side – cool photo
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Wild for this time of year. thanks.
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I know ! But I like it –
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Around here too! Till yesterday when we had a snow storm. The mums are still holding on though. Very nice.
Pat
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Such strange weather isn’t it? We had a snow storm today and yet there are trees with bright leaves still. Odd.
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Yeap, very strange indeed. Mother nature adjusting to all the changes on the planet.
Pat
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they look like powder puffs!
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They do!
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I agree – making three!
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Beautiful mum photo. 😀
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Thanks, Cee.
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