With each stanzaI strive for an upswing –idle thoughts leadingto a crescendo… But exhaustion plaguesmy try, and fog coloursperspicacity, so my wordsland low, goal in limbo (Image my own)
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 […]
A blessing, for sure.
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🙏
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Gorgeous geranium. 😀
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Haha- is it? No idea
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Pink Evening Primrose – my favorite wildflower!!
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Thanks for giving them a name for me.
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Is this a recent photo? I usually see primroses in the Spring … but Texas weather has been odd lately … and you are a bit South of Austin …
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Yes. Recent.
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Quite remarkable!
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Thanks
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It certainly is!
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