Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)
We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]
There are mouse bitssplayed across the sunroomstuck to my favourite throw rug and great globs of glue The trap my husband setto catch the recent invasionapparently lured the hunterfor she, stiff legged andface matted, is skulkingelsewhere I stepped on a gluey biteyes not yet openbefore notingthe disarray Hard to concentratewhen a tail detachedfrom a thigh […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Lovely images and poem, VJ. I love your last line…often premature, indeed!
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Thanks Patti.
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Either the hot summer days make you yearn for winter, or the shortening days make you dread it.
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True!
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I detect a chastened soul, one that got ahead of itself.
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For certain – always ahead of itself, lol.
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I resonated.
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Chilling snaps 🙂
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Thanks.
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Lovely poetry intertwined with beautiful photos
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Thank you!
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Excellent.
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Thank you John.
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Lovely words to go with these great winter captures!
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Thanks so much. Appreciate you dropping by.
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I love that first photograph. It speaks to the best of winter’s still, cold beauty.
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Thanks. There is a certain beauty to it, although the season is not my favourite.
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I appreciate the beauty of winter, but it’s not my favorite season. It lasts too darn long.
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Agreed
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A beauty – your post, VJ. Thank you.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful pictures and words.
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Thanks so much.
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You are welcome.
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Lovely.
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Thanks
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This is one of my favorites VJ, truly beautiful
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Thanks so much Tina.
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😊 emotions often premature..lovely!!!
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Thank you!
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That was the line that caught me attention, as well. I didn’t expect it.
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Thanks Liz. Winter is a trickster around here.
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You’re welcome, V,J.
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VJ, is this part of the Christmas in July movies playing? The thought of a brisk snowy day is enchanting right now. Keith
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Ha ha – it’s not. Just a response to a prompt.
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Lovely poem and pictures! 🙂
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Thanks Deborah. Hope you are having a good day.
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Yes, I am thank you! And I hope you are as well my friend! 🙂 ❤
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