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 […]
Discharge the gun –protection a vesselthrough which our depthsare undefined…adrift Fear is a burrowerwears a false crownbirths losstrusts danger Hearts beg,amid this trigger-readinessfor a guardian – unafraidto court this meaningless Futility unchecked –to study productive optionsunimaginable in the current state of chaos on repeat. (Art my own)
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Your birds are so colorful, V.J. You’ve captured some beautiful shots.
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Thanks Marsha!
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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I love my little chickadees! There was some sort of a duck incident??
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I love them too. A mating ritual for the ducks, I suspect.
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How beautiful!
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Thanks
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Oh your birds are brilliant. I love the nuthatch 😀
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Me too. Thanks.
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These are really great! 🙂 ❤
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Thank you!
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🙂 ❤ !
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Great action shot!
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Thanks.
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Welcome
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