Played host to insecurity – catered to bullying undermined by warped agendas, butchered by provincial minds – Retreated, convalesced, sanitized lost vitality, believed in phantoms haunted by compulsions deflected attempted rescues ignored counsel to let go. Shell-shocked aftermaths incoherent self-judgment inescapable. Where do I go from here? Ignore criticism disarm cruelty sanctify privacy detach, discern […]
Fast-paced moving targets explosions and obstacles – a gamer’s rendition of the quest for love. (Tuesday is borrow from Twitter day. My words. My account: @Vjknutson. My image.)
“War is hell. You can’t photograph a flying bullet, but you can capture genuine fear.” The bomb has dropped control slips from our grasp We pray for a parachute for someone to pull the cord numbers escalate, lives plummet We offer encouragement isolated voices faltering moment of impact imminent the implosion inevitable impact reverberates responsibility […]
I love the pic with the wire fence. It reminds me of peaceful rural areas, which we enjoy seeing during our weekend trips. Your poems are lovely.
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Thank you, Eugenia. This is from one of my favourite drives.
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Lovely.
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Thank you!
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the words and the wire fence brought back beautiful memories of my grandparents place…….they had a wire fence just like that around their garden. thank you! 🙂
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The wire fence evokes something in me too, but I can’t place it. Thanks Wendi.
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You are very welcome VJ….thank you for sharing.
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These are lovely! I like that last line “seasonal moodiness!” 😀
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Thank you!
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