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)
Well, these images were unexpected! Good ones, all.
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Not my usual at all (except the squirrel). Thanks Liz.
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VJ, I love the hat in the first one, but the last one is my favorite. Nothing like a nice nap. Keith
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Thanks Keith. Plus those are my youngest granddaughter’s feet. Most precious.
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Perfect! Can relate to both…
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Thanks.
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the first one felt like a blast from the past!
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Right? Couldn’t resist snapping a photo
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I love it! It looks like a postcard or should be on a calendar.
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Cool photos for this week. Thanks so much V.J. for playing along 😀
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Thanks Cee. Always love your challenges. Just get overwhelmed sometimes.
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