Inessential am I ghost of a woman burden avoidance Imperfect am I each flaw a step towards deepening blue And yet, I exist purpose unknown shadow dancing. (Image: Self-portrait)
Ego fiercely defends status quo, perceives movement as predator Soul craves peace, provoked by the illusion division the public glide How do we manage when progress, stripped bare displaces understanding? Alone, I cycle through these observations encounter jammed passages Dismayed by deviancy messages aimed to exploit the vulnerable naked and blind. (For Eugi’s Causerie weekly […]
Strains of “Desperado” float through my mind as images of the plague assault me- this new life too much, future unforeseeable caught in a dystopian novel. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
this both reads and looks delicate and vulnerable, precious life.
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Very precious. Thanks
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Love the poem – with the pictures. All delicate and yet balanced. Now we are fighting to keep that balance…
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Always….lol…thanks.
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Perfect to find that lovely bird with no leave to block your lens! Beautiful
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Don’t you love it when that happens? Not often enough. Thanks Tina.
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Beautiful words.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful, V.J., both the poem and the photos!
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Pas de quoi, mon amie!
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Thank you Terrie!
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Looks like I sent you two responses – one in french and intended for someone else, lol. Oh those senior moments.
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Ha ha! Believe it or not, I figured out what the one in French meant…. Have a great weekend!
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You too!
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Beautiful! ❤
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Thank you!
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