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.)
I love art work when you do it for yourself and hope that others may notice as they stroll past. I love the vibrancy of the colours and detail VJ 🙂 🙂
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Thanks so much Brian.
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Love that front porch and seat.
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Thanks!
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These photo are absolutely perfect for both Bushboy’s challenge and mine. 😀 😀
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Thanks Cee.
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Love the painting!
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Thanks Heather
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Welcome 😊
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Great front porch! A blogging friend Janis periodically will reveal pictures of doors like this on her travels. So, cool. Keith
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Thanks Keith. We live in an artsy neighbourhood. I sneak pics.
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Very beautiful! 🙂 ❤
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Thank you my friend.
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😀 ❤ !
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