Blue expandingcrisp whiteof tiny sails –horizon The lull is gentlelucidity swellingserenity present How safe it isto imagine limitlessnesswhen I am groundedbreast to railinganchored ashore. (Image my own)
Is it selfishthis chosen solitude?How I treasure silence,stillness baiting my muse And is it my calmthat attracts chaos?The sorrow of otherslanding on my doorstep What if I rejected pleas,locked out the troubles?How long can I sustainpeace until need answers? (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Does illness have a voice,and if so; is it melancholy,or dark and dank, divulgingdeepest despair, or revealinga vileness of nature? Discord creeps along my veins,disrupts muscles, systems failingunder the oppression –“Stay strong,” friends counsel,cannot hear the gathering storm,feel the heaviness cloaking me. I am not myself, but then;who am I? Is disease a mutationof the […]
One Woman's Quest II 
I love the cloud formations VJ!
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Thanks Aletta.
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Oh wow!
I’m seeing these types of clouds after so many days. They truly look so beautiful on a clear blue sky.
Thank you so much for sharing these with my challenge 🙂
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Always a pleasure!
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VJ, I started humming a Paul McCartney written song “For tomorrow may rain, so I’ll follow the sun.” Keith
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Oh, great song. Thanks Keith.
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Great shot!
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Thanks Heather
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Welcome!
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I see the sun! (I didn’t at first; my attention was focused on the clouds.)
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The clouds were huge that day and I didn’t notice the sun at first either. Quite spectacular.
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Yes!
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