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 
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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