Is it selfishthis chosen solitude?How I treasure silence,stillness baiting my muse And is it my calmthat attracts chaos?The sorrow of otherslanding on my doorstep What if I rejected pleas,locked out the troubles?How long can I sustainpeace until need answers? (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Does illness have a voice,and if so; is it melancholy,or dark and dank, divulgingdeepest despair, or revealinga vileness of nature? Discord creeps along my veins,disrupts muscles, systems failingunder the oppression –“Stay strong,” friends counsel,cannot hear the gathering storm,feel the heaviness cloaking me. I am not myself, but then;who am I? Is disease a mutationof the […]
Discharge the gun –protection a vesselthrough which our depthsare undefined…adrift Fear is a burrowerwears a false crownbirths losstrusts danger Hearts beg,amid this trigger-readinessfor a guardian – unafraidto court this meaningless Futility unchecked –to study productive optionsunimaginable in the current state of chaos on repeat. (Art my own)
One Woman's Quest II 
And Don’t I know it, great piece, so true
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Thank you!
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My pleasure
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Beautiful deep red on this rose 😀
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Thank you.
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Thanks for the haiku and photo, a renga with you:
treasure beauty with the thorns
proximity pricks when touched
Dr. Lim Keng Huat, http://www.wonkywizard.wordpress.com
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Nice. Thanks.
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Thanks. With that approval, I shall publish it in my blog with acknowledgement, and it will be translated in Chinese for more readership.
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Thank you. Will you link it back here?
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Yes, please inform if I fail to link
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