Does illness have a voice,and if so; is it melancholy,or dark and dank, divulgingdeepest despair, or revealinga vileness of nature? Discord creeps along my veins,disrupts muscles, systems failingunder the oppression –“Stay strong,” friends counsel,cannot hear the gathering storm,feel the heaviness cloaking me. I am not myself, but then;who am I? Is disease a mutationof the […]
Discharge the gun –protection a vesselthrough which our depthsare undefined…adrift Fear is a burrowerwears a false crownbirths losstrusts danger Hearts beg,amid this trigger-readinessfor a guardian – unafraidto court this meaningless Futility unchecked –to study productive optionsunimaginable in the current state of chaos on repeat. (Art my own)
These bones, they saywill finish me – too brittleto withstand the race But I am Willowrecollection wispymy dance defiant Porous as a sea spongesoaking up each daymettle despite the rattle (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
One Woman's Quest II 
Beautiful and serene landscapes V.J. I am fascinated by the shadows in your second photo.
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Thanks.
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What beautiful landscapes! I, too, am very much attached to the land where I live. I need its four seasons to maintain my equilibrium.
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There is something to that! Thanks.
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VJ, the path looks so inviting. It beckons for a walk, run or drive. Keith
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My path to peace, Keith. Always some treasure to find. Thanks.
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Beautiful, I especially love the shadows.
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Thanks.
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Welcome!
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My eye went to the shadows as well.
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