Does illness have a voice,and if so; is it melancholy,or dark and dank, divulgingdeepest despair, or revealinga vileness of nature? Discord creeps along my veins,disrupts muscles, systems failingunder the oppression –“Stay strong,” friends counsel,cannot hear the gathering storm,feel the heaviness cloaking me. I am not myself, but then;who am I? Is disease a mutationof the […]
Discharge the gun –protection a vesselthrough which our depthsare undefined…adrift Fear is a burrowerwears a false crownbirths losstrusts danger Hearts beg,amid this trigger-readinessfor a guardian – unafraidto court this meaningless Futility unchecked –to study productive optionsunimaginable in the current state of chaos on repeat. (Art my own)
These bones, they saywill finish me – too brittleto withstand the race But I am Willowrecollection wispymy dance defiant Porous as a sea spongesoaking up each daymettle despite the rattle (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
This certainly drew me in, I love the way you spin a good yarn 🙂
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Ha ha, thanks
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🙂
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Fun indeed! Love the last
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Thanks Tina.
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Oooh, love that church window especially!!
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Darn traffic light was in the way.
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Oh well, life’s just not perfect, eh? 🙂
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Seldom….
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Yes.
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i really enjoyed the photos with commentary!
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Thanks Wendi!
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absolutely! 🙂
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Hi, VJ. Glad you joined us! I think that chair/swing looks marvelous. I wouldn’t mind borrowing it, too!
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Thanks Patti. Might be hard to take photos from it though.
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