At every turna challenge – prefer scenicforays, encounterrocky climes – ironic twists,stretching this reluctant soul (Image my own)
Doctoring broken hearts –my own legacy a training ground –like an anesthesiologist I keep the patient breathing,asleep – muted by kindness,unconscious and unable to react. Why? Because lulling others is moreeffective than operating on self –faux obligations such a balm Administer lidocaine to the woundsNumbness preferable to open-heartedinvestigation… no sutures strong enoughto remedy internal bleeding […]
Somehow I knew his mask was porcelain –impossible to hide the soul’s lightreflected in troubled eyes… I played along though,humoured his self-deceptionnodded at assertions of calm Knew that one day the facade would crackthe mask would slip and the rage escape Why I didn’t run; I do not knowMaybe it was recognition –my own countenance […]
Beautiful words and photos!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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Lovely photos and words!
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Thank you!
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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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Thanks
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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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