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 love the pink sky, wow! Pink leggings are always a good idea to give a girl a lift.
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Her world is pink, she likes to say.
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Oh, that’s cute! 🙂
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Aww, your granddaughters are adorable!
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Thanks Eugi! I think so too, lol.
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❤️
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Two varied an wonderful pinks for this week. 😀 😀
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Lol. Thanks.
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That pink sky is gorgeous and your grand babies are preciously adorable! 🙂 ❤
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A ham that one – just like her Grandma. Thanks.
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Your pinks really stand out, V.J.
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Thanks Teresa. Not a lot of pinks this time of year.
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