It’s Monday again –days passing throughmy hands like sand,no receptacle in whichto catch the granules –why this sense of urgency? In high school, I played hookywiped away the hours in emptyplaces, sought answers forquestions I could not articulate,chased dust while other formulateddreams – how is this any different? Am I not just recreating the pattern,painting […]
Full moon vibesstir the mood Dogs restlesssleep evasive Dangerous inklingsplague the mind Evil dons the faceof sympathy Opaque beneathdespair’s howling. (A dark poem from Twitter Tuesdays @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Who instigated the abandonment?It’s an ugly questionmanifests pretensionsboth sides righteous…blinded When the rage subsidesfaith will interveneand acceptance –a milestonewill springboard recover, victims’voices gaining clarityintent amendedlaunching into loveonce again. (Love Cycles first appeared here May, 2018. Resubmitting it for Reena’s Xploration Challenge: milestones. Image my own.)
I can agree to that stitch a new garment thought but can we do this?
As a one single unit?
I doubt that.
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Me too. But without inspiration to guide us, we won’t try.
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Yes, you are right 🙂
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A hard truth to accept that normal never was, but truth it is.
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Amen! 🌸
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Amen to that! And I agree, this is our opportunity to change for the better.
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…stitch a new garment…. Exactly right. Thank you for sharing this.
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My pleasure, Andrea.
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