Anfractuous connotes splintered, yet you and I,never broken, dancea circuitous routelost in personal reveriesinterlocking threadssolid as the symbolsadorning ring fingers. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Faint at the sight of needlesa squeamish gene, I’m sure Suck it up, adult self admonishesChild looks away, breath held Sixty-two years its been thustoo many pokes to count And now there is new promisea vaccine to ward off the virus Hope reduced to one tiny vialbelieve me, this sleeve’s rolling up. (Written for Reena’s […]
For every childvowed to be the calyxto cradle each budding soulwith a tender heart But I am imperfectideals devolvingin the face of losscross unbearable Tend my own garden nowrecognizing the powerof example overridingoppression of control. (Image my own)
Wow!
Looking at them flying away high above gives a unique perspective about home and traveling.
Thank you so much for sharing these with my challenge 🙂
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Thank you, Hammad!
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Go geese go 🙂
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Love their discipline 😃
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Yes.
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I love the different formations that the geese take as they make they way across the sky.
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Out of instinct they arrange themselves in formations for migration but they don’t migrate anymore. Funny.
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Interesting! I didn’t know that.
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Another symptom of global warning I suspect. Our winters just aren’t as cold, negating the need.
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That makes sense (sadly).
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