Is this progress,this decision to uproot,cast possessions aside,free ourselves of ties? Can his dependency,my dependency, endurethe transition, releasedfrom former justifications? We are companionsembarking on adventure,companions retiring pastlies, redefining possibility Or, is this more of the same,artfully camouflaged –a continuance of flightfrom tyrannical origins? The paths behind are jagged,wrought with rocks and crevicesand scarred riddles, and […]
One more trainand she’d be awayfar enoughto lose him Scavenged in her bagsearching for a ticketand courage…could use a dose of courage Thought of her motherhow torn up she’d be;of her sister, confinedto long-term care Call for boarding and a decision –neck smarting fromlast confrontation He wielded his handslike weapons. his wordslike knives – her […]
I fear the denouement –the moment of reckoningwhen the winding pathunravels; when intentions,transient at best, revealthemselves as common liesand soul crumples before lightrecognizing this is not the end. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @ Vjknutson. Image my own.)
One Woman's Quest II 
Lovely, V.J.!
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Thanks Hannah!
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Yellow always has been, and always will be, a cheerful color. 🌻
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Sure is!
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Blinded by the light–though I do love the birdie!!
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Lol….Now you’ve got me singing that song.
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Hahaha–yellow has never been my color, unless in its palest essence like some dawn horizons.
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Most poetic response.
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Beautiful!!
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Thanks.
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These flower are pretty and that beautiful yellow bird with its pose is just incredible! Nicely done V.J.! 😀 ❤
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Thanks!
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