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 […]
Thirds indeed, you dtew me in, the first one most especially.
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Oh good. Thanks.
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🙂
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I’ve often wondered about the “rule” of odd-numbered “pairings” of things. I once went to a jeweler to have a ring made from an old one with an even number of stones to transfer…he said it like it was law: “I’ll have to add another diamond”. Being still so unassertive (working on that yet, maybe forever), I just went along 🙂
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Yet, my daughter who is a decorator, prefers symmetry. To each their own I guess.
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I guess… I must remember I’m mistress of my own dĂ©cor 🙂
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Yes!
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What a great, empowering feeling–think I’ll roar!! 🙂 🙂
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Go for it!
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🙂
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Love all of these!
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Thanks, Nancy
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Thanks!
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Love the last photo – girl power rules! No matter what the rules 🙂
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Absolutely!
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