In essence, you are neither lover nor demon, but the temperate wind stirring my sorrowful past – conduit of unrest. (Tuesday, I borrow from my Twitter poems. Visit me @Vjknutson.)
What harbinger is this and why am I not convinced? Cynicism wants concretes, feeds complaints, exaggerates, retreats Need to confront this wall-building, fight to retain Spirit’s message – deescalate fear’s grip. (For Reena’s Exploration challenge#119. Image from personal collection.)
Set me on a lonely road and I will shine – solitude a strength And yet, I have an inner pull, a need for connection, a longing for depths of love. But what of these dreams – do relationships deter direction, and must I always wait on another? Intimacy is complicated, the route undefined, I […]
Ha ha…good one!
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Thanks, lol.
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Great opportunity to quit!
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Hmmm…wonder how many sailors smoke? My dad was a sailor and he smoked like a chimney, so that’s my association.
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That’s pretty funny. I’m sure they must smoke somewhere on board.
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I’m sure they’re not jumping in with the sharks for a light up, lol.
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🙂
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So then they aren’t allowed to smoke? 😂😂🤣 Love it!
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No idea – but can’t imagine it.
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Good question!
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Lol.
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