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)
Tell my woes to Rivershe listens graciouslyan empathic mirror Not so the Jackdawwhose arrogant clatteringderides self-pity Slaps me consciousfor I am victim, yes, andif not careful, abuser. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuton.Image my own)
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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