At every turna challenge – prefer scenicforays, encounterrocky climes – ironic twists,stretching this reluctant soul (Image my own)
Doctoring broken hearts –my own legacy a training ground –like an anesthesiologist I keep the patient breathing,asleep – muted by kindness,unconscious and unable to react. Why? Because lulling others is moreeffective than operating on self –faux obligations such a balm Administer lidocaine to the woundsNumbness preferable to open-heartedinvestigation… no sutures strong enoughto remedy internal bleeding […]
Somehow I knew his mask was porcelain –impossible to hide the soul’s lightreflected in troubled eyes… I played along though,humoured his self-deceptionnodded at assertions of calm Knew that one day the facade would crackthe mask would slip and the rage escape Why I didn’t run; I do not knowMaybe it was recognition –my own countenance […]
One Woman's Quest II 
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 H̩l̬ne Рmy favourite colour, lol.
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