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 love “magic startling the mundane”! Your two photos are the perfect manifestiation of this thought.
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Thanks.
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You’re welcome.
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So beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Pleasant surprises are always welcome 😃
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They are! Thanks!
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Gorgeous capture V.J.! ❤
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Thanks Deborah.
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My pleasure! ❤
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Always a joy when we have captured those unexpected gems!
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Enough to keep us going back for sure. Thanks Heather.
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Welcome.
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