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 […]
Such detail and natures great variety, prefer the waders to the spiky ones 🙂
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Oh, me too. Those talons look deadly
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🙂
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Terrific feet for this week 😀 Thanks V.J. for playing. 😀
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You are welcome Cee. Going to be taking a bit of a break for a bit though, I think. Need to regroup.
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Super!
What I’d give to spread my toes …
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…and how we could swim!
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Wow! That’s a fantastic set of close-ups!
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Thanks! So fun!
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You’re welcome!
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