Quiet now, placesharbouring my memories –river dreamcatcher –nostalgia floats on swan’s backpast bridges linking time lapsed. (Tuesdays I borrow from my Twitter account #Vjknutson. Image my own)
Illusory this ideation of separationintricate the webs that bind us Politicians focus on the holespander to the vacuous – Seekers resonate with connectionconsciousness raising awareness Remain steadfast protestorsyour vibrations wide-reaching. (submitted for Reena’s Exploration challenge: prompt the featured image.)
These shackles may be but illusionsbut the conditioning lingers –I’m not enoughlack the lookthe chicfall short of acceptableAdd age and I amforever sentencedto monachopsis –an outsider,circling. (Image mine)
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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