That time, playing in the muck,foot emerging without a boot,hopping and laughingall the way home… Then, later, on the busthe impact of the carthe windshield crackinglike a giant spiderblood all overthe dead lady’s face All in the past –sunroof openkids riding along,music blaring But trauma is a spiderArachne reaching into happy placesand as much as […]
Measured in spoonfulsprogress imperceptible Still feel the angst ofno-time-to-breathe lifestyle pressured from withinto get-it-done spend unavailable resourcesruminating solutions push against the wallswith little to show surrender to impotencyand wait for the next surge.
Sister was a hurricane –destruction her path Tried to calm, encouragebut her core was damaged Try to reach her now, across death’s abyss understand beforeher legacy swallows me.
One Woman's Quest II 
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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