At every turna challenge – prefer scenicforays, encounterrocky climes – ironic twists,stretching this reluctant soul (Image my own)
Doctoring broken hearts –my own legacy a training ground –like an anesthesiologist I keep the patient breathing,asleep – muted by kindness,unconscious and unable to react. Why? Because lulling others is moreeffective than operating on self –faux obligations such a balm Administer lidocaine to the woundsNumbness preferable to open-heartedinvestigation… no sutures strong enoughto remedy internal bleeding […]
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 […]
One Woman's Quest II 
A lovely verse.
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Thank you. I appreciate it.
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You’re welcome.
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Oh this is REALLY NICE.
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Thank you.
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Most welcome always.
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What wonderful tree photos you have shown us this week. Thanks V.J. 😀
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Thanks!
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The willow has a place in my heart also. One of my first paintings as young one, was of a willow in a winter scene. 🙂
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Such grace. I liked to sketch trees when I was younger. They never lose their appeal.
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apt description…Willow’s have a way of comforting!
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Yes, they do. Thanks Heather.
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ahh……..this brought back beautiful memories of the huge willow tree that was in my grandparents front yard.
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So glad you could resonate.
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🙂 bless you.
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Beautiful! I agree with you about those Willow’s! ❤
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Thanks!
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