I offer Rage a chairinvite a conversation She rants about childhoodand neglect, powerlessnessin the face of abuse And I nod and remember,suggest she’s also feeling grief And she talks about cryingalone, no one caring, and howI don’t let her cry anymore I put up walls, I agree,and ask how I can help Stop leaving me […]
Wee rowan laddrums me into nighta fabled rhythmconjuring mysticaloneiric encounters There is freedomin dreamingslipping ego’s holdsoul taking flight There is sorrow toofor when the drummer’ssong is donemorning must come. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Age, a rocky torbegs attitudinal shiftmore wonderthan fortitude Cyclical, actuallywisdom allottingchildish valoura dash of mellow. (For RDP’s prompt: mellow. Image my own.)
Pictures are gorgeous. You are so right. Snow changes things. we did not get the snow predicted for us. Had everything ready for the fireplace but had open doors instead. So not getting snow you prepare for changes things also. 😀
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Weather has been crazy. Thanks for dropping by.
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I also love the photo of the cold mallard, V. J. ❤ It always surprises me how hardy birds are to survive extreme winter weather.
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I know! They must have built-in insulation.
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Brrr – great pics and words to go along with!
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Thank you!
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😉
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Great photos and poem. Love the duck. Colorful!
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Thank you!
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Love those icy fingers…but to cold to hold!
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Definitely! Thanks.
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Love the image..icy finger to taunt. Been a bit of skating rink here too!
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Guess we’ll have to train ourselves to admire it, so we don’t get bogged down by it.
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Yes, a positive outlook!
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I like the low angle shot of the duck, VJ. Great images of the cold.
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Thanks!
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