Bent – life’s tribulations weighty do not confuse this folding with weakness, I am worn – tested resilience nourishes creativity I am muse rich, alive – alone my story an illustration, my life art.
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” Source: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot I line my spoons on the counter – measures of the day’s reserves one spoon for morning tea with a side of emails read a shower requires two or three with a guarantee of needed […]
…and some days we stand up topple the furnishings of corporate order decry politics and etiquettes and rage, rage, inner light exploding in a shattering ball of fire blinding purifying setting souls free setting us free …and then it’s over – in a blink and our desk mate still sleeps the slumber of automaton clicks a mouse in […]
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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