No big box hereour shops line upin historic rows Our fraganceeau-de-fermeearthen fresh Our spires remindersthat values are simpleand life blessed. (Photo mine)
Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)
We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]
One Woman's Quest II 
They look like fireworks!! You amaze me with your knowledge of so many names–of flowers and birdies 🙂
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Birds are my passion, flowers not so much. This name came from my husband.
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🙂 🙂
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Lovely! Bursts of the unexpected!
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Thanks, Heather. Love these flowers.
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You are welcome.
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Beautiful poem, beautiful flower, your beautiful heart, can’t get anymore beautiful than that V.J.! 😀 ❤
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How sweet, Deborah. Thank you.
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