Somehow I knew his mask was porcelain –impossible to hide the soul’s lightreflected in troubled eyes… I played along though,humoured his self-deceptionnodded at assertions of calm Knew that one day the facade would crackthe mask would slip and the rage escape Why I didn’t run; I do not knowMaybe it was recognition –my own countenance […]
Wrapped in reptilian attire, changeclimbs aboard my well-intentioned schemelike a boa constrictor – disarming me I am more inconvenienced than repulsed –after all, snake is my power animal,Or so the seer said…many years ago Days when I would wear the scalycomportment of power – invitetransformation- my essence a seeker But I am trying to settle […]
Met a bear who proclaimed himself to be a man;knew the instant I spotted him – lumberinggait approaching – that he was an animal,feared for my safety, would have retreated stayed at my mother’s side – sheltered infamiliarity – were I not so fixated on hisblatant woundedness. Sympathy blindingsensibility, i listened, hypnotized by the whiteness […]
It’s like reading a private journal entry, how lovely.
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Thanks Paul.
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Pleasure VJ
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I, too, am an unashamed fan of pink!
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Yahoo!
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😀
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I know what you mean about pink as a child. Never my choice, as it usually meant something fancy or something that would slow me down. Also it was my sister’s typical choice (there’s a big reason right there LOL)
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Lol. Thanks.
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well done V.J. 🙂
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Great phrase: contours of pink
Acquired a new coffee mug for the Airstream that Gary will easily recognize as “hers”.
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hahaha – how are the travels going? Summer has definitely arrived here with hot, hot, hot. Thanks, Jazz.
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Lovely!
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Thank you!
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