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)
These are beautiful, to repeat a word
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Thanks!
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If only we could climb over this. How wonderful would that be 🙂
Thank you so much for sharing this amazing photo with my challenge. V.J.
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I’m sure we’d find castles and fairytales on the other side. Thanks
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This is really beautiful – perfect description too.
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Thanks Andrea.
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You’re welcome.
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Lovely!
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Thanks
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Wonderful!
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Thank you!
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Aptly named!
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This was just before a tornado warning – looked like some sort of artistry was at work.
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