Looking for a rock at present, preferably a boulder, might dig myself a cave and await resurrection sacrilegious, I know, but the tasks are overwhelming and the words – just too much! I mean, eleutheromania? The mere utterance enough to make me run for cover and now I am to believe that pulchritrudinous equates with […]
Isolated, insulated, ignored – islands we are not – relationships define us – we dance, weave, intertwine stories grown from love, struggle, encounters Yearning for love’s reciprocity innate – to delight in discovery, sludge through pain, emerge stronger markers of existence. (Revisiting older pieces with a new eye. Â Existence first appeared July 2013.)
Woman who would picture home an icy decay is soon broken, a fated fool, she is always child. Look how young laugh, no secret to it, live like the sky, his day delicious. Cite brilliant poetry from gold air, shred time, post-needs cake, naked thrush. (Friday’s I consult magnetic poetry online for my inspiration.)
Oh those little girls are so cute! All 3 of them!!!
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Thanks! Sure do love them.
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V.J. you make it hard to pick a favorite. Maybe the birds on the wire. But tomorrow it would probably be one of your other photos. 😀
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Haha – those birds get me every time. Remind me of teaching days.
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Great collection!
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Thank you, Jackie!
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