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)
I concur with the comments of your other readers! For me, daisies are childhood flowers, while roses are adulthood flowers, so it’s a perfect pairing.
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Interesting take, Liz. Hadn’t thought of it that way.
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Ooh. I like it! Well done.
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Thank you John!
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Singular beauty at its best.
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Thank you!
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Love the light you captured in the rose. The unfurling center is like a rose within a rose. Lovely! ❤
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Thanks Olga.
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Lovely choices V.J. 🙂
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome.
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V.J., these flowers are sublime. Thanks so much for playing along in this week’s Lens-Artist challenge. 😀 😀 Have a great weekend!
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Thanks Cee. You too!
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Love your daisy VJ
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Thanks Tina.
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Pretty rose!
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Isn’t it! Thanks
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So pretty! ❤
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Thank you!
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