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 […]
Snapdragons. I’ve always wondered what they are called. They’re beautiful.
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Thanks. They are.
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I love Snapdragons! Thank you for sharing them and your poem! 😀 ❤
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They are one of my favourites too. Thanks!
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