Absolutes are not to be believedconditions multifarious, fluctuatingconsider the messengerweigh the message Have faith in outcomesunknowable, in resourceswithin, follow progressionnot digression Wisdom knows the way. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Petals:I’ve counted thempressed thempreserved them Dropsof sentimentprescientpretenders Trivialpursuits of passiongaming for lovechildish ploys Petalsfickle as the seasonselusive as joytoo soon expended. (For Eugi’s Weekly Prompt: petals. Image my own.)
It’s just a moth, I offeredthat blue moon nightrattling windowschafing nerves We’d chosen exile –sister and I – refuge from family demons, not ours to claim Innocence borrowsresponsibility – I boreit like a badge;she shattered Could not discriminatedarkness from her owninner light – soughtto end the fury I’ll carry us both,I murmured, too youngto recognize […]
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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