I would befriend hesitation,take her shopping with me,invest the time, but impulseis my constant companion. Hesitation,born of shared trauma,labours over pain-filled decisions My need is palpable,throbbing,must suffocate it,weighted beneathlayers of numbing fabric Afraid to show myself,afraid that she will find me, block any progress,or worse make my pay for these layersof stolen moments…encounter crazy reflected […]
A friend from my poetry circle honoured me with a birdhouse painted with Ukrainian colours. John has since passed away, and this summer we were finally able to give the birdhouse a home in our garden. Happy to say, John, that the chickadees have settled in and I am joyfully reminded of you everyday.
Beautiful 🙂
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Thank you!
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wow, such colour dazzles.
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Doesn’t it! Thanks.
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Most welcome
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Poem & picture perfection! 😀 ❤
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Ah…thank you!
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Beautiful tulips to accompany a great haiku!
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Thank you, Susan!
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Absolutely beautiful. 😀
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Thanks Cee – I’ve decided to join in again!
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what a beautiful image this creates 🙂
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Thank you!
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my pleasure VJ 🙂
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