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, wonderful close ups!
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Thank you!
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Love the contrasts!
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Wonderful close ups of the two seasons. Thanks V.J. 😀
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These are very lovely! I really like that flower although I do not know what it is! Great job! 🙂 ❤
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It’s a milkweed pod expelling its seeds. Thanks.
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Thank you for letting me know! 🙂 ❤
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VJ, almost stalactite-like those icicles. Keith
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Aren’t they!
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I can hear my mother’s scolding me now: Don’t stand under those icicles!! I love the milkweed photo. When I was a kid, I loved how the pods would open to release their seeds.
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Both definitely reminiscent of childhood!
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😀
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These are great. I especially love the plant. You’ve really captured it’s delicacy and it’s strength!
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Thanks Heather
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Welcome!
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