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 […]
Countless, the timesI’ve spoken out of place –words spilling unfiltered –grading myself harshlyin the aftermath – Yet a pauciloquent tonguewould leave me drowningthoughts stirringin a stagnant pool –perhaps I’ll strivefor moderation. (Image my own)
The last dance!
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Yes! Thanks
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😉
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Going up in a flame comes to mind.
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It does look like that!
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GORGEOUS!
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Thank you!
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Love it! The color contrast is remarkable. 🙂
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome!
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what a beautiful image of the past and the present!
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Thanks!
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🙂
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Very dramatic! I love this! This would be a great photo prompt! 😀 ❤
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Thanks Deborah. The image definitely cries out: define me.
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