With each stanzaI strive for an upswing –idle thoughts leadingto a crescendo… But exhaustion plaguesmy try, and fog coloursperspicacity, so my wordsland low, goal in limbo (Image my own)
An incorrigible hagengages my loneliness –like an assassin sniffing outany scent of vulnerability I am lowering standardsthis history of imprisonmentenabling inappropriate openings I cry for new perspectiveponder after boundariesintending to defend Like an unwanted bullseyeI am pursued on repeatmalice considering mea problem to be solved Who is this old womanwhose thoughts are daggerswho calls upon […]
Love the action poses in the first sculpture. ❤
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They really are well done.
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WOWWWWW!
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Cool, eh?
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Yes, ma’am 🙂
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Sorry, hanging out with a granddaughter today.
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Sounds like a wonderful day! 🙂
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“…permanently lifting the curtain…”I love that. A creative and lovely choice, thank you!
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Thanks Leya!
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I thought those 2 men were real until I read your text VJ – how clever is that?!?!
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Very clever. Thanks Tina!
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