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 […]
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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