That time, playing in the muck,foot emerging without a boot,hopping and laughingall the way home… Then, later, on the busthe impact of the carthe windshield crackinglike a giant spiderblood all overthe dead lady’s face All in the past –sunroof openkids riding along,music blaring But trauma is a spiderArachne reaching into happy placesand as much as […]
Measured in spoonfulsprogress imperceptible Still feel the angst ofno-time-to-breathe lifestyle pressured from withinto get-it-done spend unavailable resourcesruminating solutions push against the wallswith little to show surrender to impotencyand wait for the next surge.
Sister was a hurricane –destruction her path Tried to calm, encouragebut her core was damaged Try to reach her now, across death’s abyss understand beforeher legacy swallows me.
Lovely patterns 🙂
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Thanks Hammad!
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Beautiful, even the first, which is also a grief, shows life and interdependence.
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It does. Thanks.
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Beautiful! Nature is so creative.
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It really is. Thanks!
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Excellent captures! The patterns nature creates are always such a wonder.
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They really are. Thanks Liz!
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You’re welcome, V.J.!
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These are great! I especially love the stump with roots! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah. Those roots always remind me of childhood – they sparked the imagination for play.
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🙂 ❤ !
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What delightful photos you have for patterns this week. Thanks V.J. 😀
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Thanks Cee!
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