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)
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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