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 words and photos!
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Lovely photos and words!
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These photos are spectacular and the poem so tender with love, The line ” Sun meets water in a tranquil kiss.” kissed my soul! Superb V.J.! ❤
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Bless you for your kind words, Deborah.
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Most welcome! ❤
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Looking at first image, I see two pair of green lips puckered out for a kiss … your words brought the image into a whole other perspective!
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What a great twist!
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Just glorious
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My pleasure VJ
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So beautiful! Number 2 is my favourite
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Thanks
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Lovely, you captured the reflections nicely!
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Thanks Heather.
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You are most welcome!
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