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 think the second one is my favorite. I like the muted colors.
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Thanks Liz. I like that one too.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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For me a sense of joy, and not in a smug way, and quite without attachment – a sense of satisfaction. I think they offer memories.
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Thanks Paul.
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My pleasure VJ
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V.J. all your shots are never lucky because you are that gifted! These shots are Christmas pretty! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah. You are very sweet.
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You nailed those silver bells. Silver usually takes on the colors around it. Marvelous entry 😀
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Thanks Cee. Lucky shot.
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