An incorrigible hagengages my loneliness –like an assassin sniffing outany scent of vulnerability I am lowering standardsthis history of imprisonmentenabling inappropriate openings I cry for new perspectiveponder after boundariesintending to defend Like an unwanted bullseyeI am pursued on repeatmalice considering mea problem to be solved Who is this old womanwhose thoughts are daggerswho calls upon […]
I know that abyss –swallowed up as I waspunch-drunk on darkness Bled as I emerged,each reach a scrape –there was release too Revived now, I honourthat passage, recognizethe making of a woman. (Making of a Woman first appeared here, December 2021. Image: self portrait in ink)
Love these photos…there is just something so special about water in our hearts and our souls…I agree ❤️
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There is! Thanks.
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You’re welcome.
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Awww, summertime fun!
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What a contrast between the first two photos and the third!
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Colours of summer. Thanks Liz
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And I love ’em all!
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Love the photos. They capture the summer light so well…and the words describe the feeling so well!
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Thanks Heather. I love summer.
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Me too! You’re welcome.
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Yes, they do!
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Lovely captures and words…
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Thank you!
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Lovely.
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Thanks!
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