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.)
Beautiful photos for this week. Thanks V.J. π
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Pleasure. Hope you are well.
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Even in black and white the Downy Woodpecker is adorable! π β€ Beautiful V.J.!
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He is adorable. Thanks.
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Great photos. I love the black and white look.
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Thanks Keith.
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Idn’t nature kind π great to see.
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Best medicine yet.
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Wonderful stuff.
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Great photos. And great news that things are going well in your world. Take Care!
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Thanks
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Marvelous–I always feel like I’m right there with you, quietly watching the birds π Keeping you and Rick in my thoughts and heart this week β€
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Thanks Fleur!
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Most welcome always!
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