It’s just a moth, I offeredthat blue moon nightrattling windowschafing nerves We’d chosen exile –sister and I – refuge from family demons, not ours to claim Innocence borrowsresponsibility – I boreit like a badge;she shattered Could not discriminatedarkness from her owninner light – soughtto end the fury I’ll carry us both,I murmured, too youngto recognize […]
Countless, the timesI’ve spoken out of place –words spilling unfiltered –grading myself harshlyin the aftermath – Yet a pauciloquent tonguewould leave me drowningthoughts stirringin a stagnant pool –perhaps I’ll strivefor moderation. (Image my own)
Tell my woes to Rivershe listens graciouslyan empathic mirror Not so the Jackdawwhose arrogant clatteringderides self-pity Slaps me consciousfor I am victim, yes, andif not careful, abuser. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuton.Image my own)
Dear things, so vulnerable to humans but yet so resilient in their own domain, and so full of life.
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Yes. Well said. Thank you.
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Wonderful photos, V. J. Such delicate, little ones. ❤
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Thanks Olga.
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Birds are prime example of nature best harmony. These shots are beauties.
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Thank you!
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Birds are a perfect expression of harmony! Your photos are beautiful.
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Thank you!
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I love the soft backgrounds on these V.J. Great examples of color harmony
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Thanks, Tina
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