If we could see the soulcomprehend the constructoutline each contoursip the sacredness –Would there then be peace? (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
There is light in unknowns –at least I project it there –caught between the currentashen landscape and the achingsof a solitary childhood… I like to think faith guides mebut she is muted like the gardensof my dreams, more etherealthan palpable and I need concretehave waited too long for that train of certainty to carry me […]
My to-do lists have grown appendagesare teaming up in a huddleplotting their next play Wait a minute, Guys! I pleadthe afternoon sun has caught meat just the right angle,and my chair, with a mind of its own,is reclining… Can’t we save the game day anticsfor another time… (Image my own)
One Woman's Quest II 
VJ, great pic, alliterative title and nice poem. Those “flirtatious Susans.” Love it, Keith
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Thanks Keith!
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Love. I can hear myself reciting this to my Susan’s in the garden.
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Thanks Heather.
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A pleasure.
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Your poem is a perfect description! So lovely V.J.! ❤
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Thank you, Deborah.
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