On Patriarchal watch the feminine is on trial – crimes noted, abetted, intervention and consequence murdered – suspects ride a pendulum where witnesses are criminal and the vulnerable run no peace to be had while justice sleeps.
Who ghosts desire? I long for a kiss, my glass belly ice & concrete clouding our porcelain peace. A good woman lingers, then after voices joy I, marble angel, let men like father, with grass on their hand, pat eternity, the door sheer, timely, Life! (Disclaimer: Â Fridays I play around online with Magnetic Poetry. Â The […]
Sunshine breezes in golden wings deposit joy – ripples renewal. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: Â wind/ ripple. Â Also linking up with Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day. Image from personal collection.)
I remember! Good memories are such a part of teh fabric of who we are.
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Well said! Yes they are
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I adore all your photos. 😀
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Thanks Cee – fun challenge.
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Wonderful memories!
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They sure are!
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I almost chose a children’s slide myself, but yours are far better. Snakes and ladders, inspired, love it.
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Thanks!
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