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)
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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