Petals:I’ve counted thempressed thempreserved them Dropsof sentimentprescientpretenders Trivialpursuits of passiongaming for lovechildish ploys Petalsfickle as the seasonselusive as joytoo soon expended. (For Eugi’s Weekly Prompt: petals. Image my own.)
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)
Small town living sounds so good from this concrete jungle! It’s what I crave in my heart! Beautiful V.J., thanks for sharing and allowing a moment to escape to your small town living! 😀 ❤
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You are welcome. Had to go into town today, and we both agreed we don’t miss it.
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Nice photos.
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Thank you!
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