I offer Rage a chairinvite a conversation She rants about childhoodand neglect, powerlessnessin the face of abuse And I nod and remember,suggest she’s also feeling grief And she talks about cryingalone, no one caring, and howI don’t let her cry anymore I put up walls, I agree,and ask how I can help Stop leaving me […]
Wee rowan laddrums me into nighta fabled rhythmconjuring mysticaloneiric encounters There is freedomin dreamingslipping ego’s holdsoul taking flight There is sorrow toofor when the drummer’ssong is donemorning must come. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Age, a rocky torbegs attitudinal shiftmore wonderthan fortitude Cyclical, actuallywisdom allottingchildish valoura dash of mellow. (For RDP’s prompt: mellow. 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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