“A woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing. She goes where she will without pretence and arrives at her destination prepared to be herself and only herself.” – Maya Angelo I fear living. No, that’s not it. I love living… …but I fear engagement… …drowning in engagement Except, I love engagement… […]
Globules of rainhit the windowpanes sloshing Day has not yet brokenthe sun held captiveunforgiving clouds A ghostly figureperches mid treeleers eyeless I recognizefeline contoursfearless slink A daemon stalkerWe’ve wrestled beforeHave I summoned her? She shiftshaunches easinginto pounce Not today, LordI pray aloudNot today! (for Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt: ghostly. Image my own)
Lean into it;more shoulder! Physical drudgerydoes not suit me Ill-equippedsculls lacking But I will trybegrudgingly Back leaning intomonotonous task Prayed for a lifeboatnever imagined this. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Is that someone “we” know??
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Ha ha …not consciously, but he did look a little ancient…like history…
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Hahaha 🙂
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love this
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