Petals:I’ve counted thempressed thempreserved them Dropsof sentimentprescientpretenders Trivialpursuits of passiongaming for lovechildish ploys Petalsfickle as the seasonselusive as joytoo soon expended. (For Eugi’s Weekly Prompt: petals. Image my own.)
It’s just a moth, I offeredthat blue moon nightrattling windowschafing nerves We’d chosen exile –sister and I – refuge from family demons, not ours to claim Innocence borrowsresponsibility – I boreit like a badge;she shattered Could not discriminatedarkness from her owninner light – soughtto end the fury I’ll carry us both,I murmured, too youngto recognize […]
Countless, the timesI’ve spoken out of place –words spilling unfiltered –grading myself harshlyin the aftermath – Yet a pauciloquent tonguewould leave me drowningthoughts stirringin a stagnant pool –perhaps I’ll strivefor moderation. (Image my own)
Grandchildren-doesn’t get happier than that!!
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Sure doesn’t. Thanks Tina.
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I’m happy as a lark also when I can get out and experience nature with my camera. 🙂
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I must agree on all your points! Although I know nothing of grandchildren, I know the joy when I see it.
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Thanks Leya.
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I wholeheartedly believe this is more than happiness. Love children and nature.
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Thanks, and I think you are right..more like bliss.
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