IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
Expectations artificialliving in an urban junglelonging for nature’s calm – time moves too swiftlybarely registerlet alone participate We are guests in our ownexpectation’s dysfunctionlicensed for depression a smorgasbord for abuseintentions mislaid,disappointment unavoidable The ego pretends to be openbut she’s an actress off cueplaying out a sentence – condemned to basicspraying to escapethis dystopian malfunction. (Image […]
I’m a real fan of water droplets in a macro. Lovely, V.J. ❤
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Thanks Olga – they are so intriguing.
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All are so beautifully captured!
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Thanks, Amy.
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Love your opener this week VJ
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Thanks Tina
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Birds, flowers and dew drops – what more is there to ask for? Lovely.
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Not much…thank you!
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Beautiful
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Thanks
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so refreshing
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Thank you!
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