Essence is essenceand flat as I might feelshadow reveals otherwise;such is the mystery of life Orange is my essence –the promise of sunshineand creativity, and… I envyblue its expansiveness Constrained as I amby conformity –this silver-framedexistence a settling But shadows don’t settlethey stretch and bendand exclaim rebellionsavagely defending essence. (Slanted Orange was written in 2022 […]
Creativity partners more with chaos than clarityIt craves colour, light, darknessmovement not supported by 2 dimensions I delude myself into thinking that words,cleverly positioned, can decipher the compulsionfail to understand that soul, unchained, has no words It is the free-flowing expression of music, danceIt follows the murmuration of birds, andcrawls along the earth, serpent-like I […]
“If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks of his cavern.” – William Blake Weathered the would that frames this perception,
once painted with optimism, long worn.
How bright the ideals of youth, […]
One Woman's Quest II 
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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