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)
Tell my woes to Rivershe listens graciouslyan empathic mirror Not so the Jackdawwhose arrogant clatteringderides self-pity Slaps me consciousfor I am victim, yes, andif not careful, abuser. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuton.Image my own)
What fun smiling photos you have for us this week, Thanks V.J. 😀
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Thanks Cee. Appreciate the comment. I know you are going through tough times right now. Take care.
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Wonderful “Say Cheese” expressions on those sweet faces. Little ones holding back full-on smiles, but the eyes have it 🙂
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Thanks. They were caught with their fingers in the icing – love it.
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Ha! You were in the right place at the right time!
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Lol. I was.
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