At every turna challenge – prefer scenicforays, encounterrocky climes – ironic twists,stretching this reluctant soul (Image my own)
Doctoring broken hearts –my own legacy a training ground –like an anesthesiologist I keep the patient breathing,asleep – muted by kindness,unconscious and unable to react. Why? Because lulling others is moreeffective than operating on self –faux obligations such a balm Administer lidocaine to the woundsNumbness preferable to open-heartedinvestigation… no sutures strong enoughto remedy internal bleeding […]
Somehow I knew his mask was porcelain –impossible to hide the soul’s lightreflected in troubled eyes… I played along though,humoured his self-deceptionnodded at assertions of calm Knew that one day the facade would crackthe mask would slip and the rage escape Why I didn’t run; I do not knowMaybe it was recognition –my own countenance […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Knock-me-over good, V.J. I love these 3 lines best, especially the last one–fabulous writing.
I fear the shadows of the past,
darkness encroaching –
doubt the loyalty of light.
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Ah, thank you.
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Most welcome 🙂
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Wonderful post for this week. Thanks V.J.
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So Welcome Cee
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Cool photo of egret with leaf shadow “highlights” (technically LOW-lights?)
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Just a fluke – thanks Jazz.
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