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 […]
Your neighborhood is so beautiful I want to come live there! Your poem is beautiful too! 😀 ❤
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Thanks. We have a spare room!
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If I had the money I would be there in a NY minute! LOL! 😀
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Ah, yes. Always that one problem, lol.
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This is truly beautiful.
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Thank you.
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LOVE IT! Might be a bit jealous that mine didn’t really stick. Hope it’s a sign! 😁
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Thanks. We’ve had more since – even the roads are white. I heard that they are calling it a Snowller Coaster this year.
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That is hilarious. Never heard that before! I somewhat hope it is!
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