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)
Are they bigger than our palms?
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Yes. They are huge. And top heavy, lol.
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Wow!
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Yes!
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great view – it looks GIGANTIC
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Yes! It’s fallen over a few times, lol.
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what a nice splash of color in winter too
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Yes! Thanks.
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Very nice blog
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Thanks so much. Nice to meet you. Following.
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WOW!!
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Thanks.
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You’re welcome. I love a big, red, in-your-face amaryllis.
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Oh that is so beautiful! 🙂 ❤
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Isn’t it! Just what the soul needs on these grey days.
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Amen! 🙂 ❤
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