Blue expandingcrisp whiteof tiny sails –horizon The lull is gentlelucidity swellingserenity present How safe it isto imagine limitlessnesswhen I am groundedbreast to railinganchored ashore. (Image my own)
Is it selfishthis chosen solitude?How I treasure silence,stillness baiting my muse And is it my calmthat attracts chaos?The sorrow of otherslanding on my doorstep What if I rejected pleas,locked out the troubles?How long can I sustainpeace until need answers? (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Does illness have a voice,and if so; is it melancholy,or dark and dank, divulgingdeepest despair, or revealinga vileness of nature? Discord creeps along my veins,disrupts muscles, systems failingunder the oppression –“Stay strong,” friends counsel,cannot hear the gathering storm,feel the heaviness cloaking me. I am not myself, but then;who am I? Is disease a mutationof the […]
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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