An incorrigible hagengages my loneliness –like an assassin sniffing outany scent of vulnerability I am lowering standardsthis history of imprisonmentenabling inappropriate openings I cry for new perspectiveponder after boundariesintending to defend Like an unwanted bullseyeI am pursued on repeatmalice considering mea problem to be solved Who is this old womanwhose thoughts are daggerswho calls upon […]
I know that abyss –swallowed up as I waspunch-drunk on darkness Bled as I emerged,each reach a scrape –there was release too Revived now, I honourthat passage, recognizethe making of a woman. (Making of a Woman first appeared here, December 2021. Image: self portrait in ink)
I love orange, for me it is a colour of vitality
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Yes!
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And nothing would rhyme with you, either lol. Beautiful color. It’s all just brown here.
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Lol…pretty sure nothing rhymes with me anyway. Stay warm
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P.J. rhymes with V.J. lol That would make you the perfect person to cuddle with!!
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Yes! Yes! Perfect.
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I thought so, too 😉
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Very nice. Orange brightens everything!
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Thanks. I think so.
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You write it so lovely, VJ–I’m not so found of orange, find it glaring…but you’ve shown me a far different view!
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You are very sweet.
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Wow, this is incredibly beautiful, the words and the imagery you created in these three lines.
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Thanks Hélène – my favourite colour, lol.
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